Seven billion poets and rising. Fourteen billion ears and no one can hear.
If my words go unread and my voice goes unheard, did I ever exist.
I don't know if a bear did but I did when I was camping.
If we call the start a big bang when it goes will it be the little whimper or the even bigger bang?
Is it true that ****** shoes are nailed on?
I used to be on hormone therapy.... but she put up her prices.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
Seven billion poets and rising. Fourteen billion ears and no one can hear.
If my words go unread and my voice goes unheard, did I ever exist.
I don't know if a bear did but I did when I was camping.
If we call the start a big bang when it goes will it be the little whimper or the even bigger bang?
Is it true that ****** shoes are nailed on?
I used to be on hormone therapy.... but she put up her prices.
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