You are the epitome of a Broken, masterpiece
A Happy little accident, like a Robert Ross Tree
To procrastinate would just dehydrate their fate
Riddled and widdled to core instincts so innate
Like when reincarnated DNA lays a dinosaur egg
Like someone offering you a hand when you need a leg
Like a slap in the face when you wanted a hug
Like a crap in the place, but right on your rug
My point is you're rare, so much so ...so much I just don't know or care, because such blind luck should appropriately just not give a **** or maybe give two...... and so the challenge lay at an absolute stalemate. Next time we shall both properly hydrate and then get in too mate and then hit the snooze and sleep in late...
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
You are the epitome of a Broken, masterpiece
A Happy little accident, like a Robert Ross Tree
To procrastinate would just dehydrate their fate
Riddled and widdled to core instincts so innate
Like when reincarnated DNA lays a dinosaur egg
Like someone offering you a hand when you need a leg
Like a slap in the face when you wanted a hug
Like a crap in the place, but right on your rug
My point is you're rare, so much so ...so much I just don't know or care, because such blind luck should appropriately just not give a **** or maybe give two...... and so the challenge lay at an absolute stalemate. Next time we shall both properly hydrate and then get in too mate and then hit the snooze and sleep in late...
I'll make breakfast
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