Here he comes, Red the ***
Asking the cosmos directions to where the ramblers are from.
His bright pink nose is smart and weird.
Intoxicant residue in his wiggly orange beard.
He's not saddled with a fiefdom,
Or boredom or wifedom.
He's not embarrassed when he's alone so he laughs loud and cries.
Nobody frowns if he fails when he flies.
Wandering he provides us while he's manic and magic.
He records the experiences in the Encyclopedia Akashic.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Here he comes, Red the ***
Asking the cosmos directions to where the ramblers are from.
His bright pink nose is smart and weird.
Intoxicant residue in his wiggly orange beard.
He's not saddled with a fiefdom,
Or boredom or wifedom.
He's not embarrassed when he's alone so he laughs loud and cries.
Nobody frowns if he fails when he flies.
Wandering he provides us while he's manic and magic.
He records the experiences in the Encyclopedia Akashic.
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