Unless your a lefty then it crawls along the skyline.
Smudgless and contorted.
Unless the culture teaches right to left.
Otherwise.
Ride the skyline
Wrist like a cervical spasm?
A long necked goose preening his
Breast feathers.
Methinks a right handed world stinks to a lefty.
A much discouraged practice in the church when
I was just a lad
In league with the devil
Satans scribe.
Jesus Christ. I lapsed at 22.
I love god.
Just not the one I knew.
Do onto others as you would have them do unto you.
Case closed. Period. Full stop..
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
Unless your a lefty then it crawls along the skyline.
Smudgless and contorted.
Unless the culture teaches right to left.
Otherwise.
Ride the skyline
Wrist like a cervical spasm?
A long necked goose preening his
Breast feathers.
Methinks a right handed world stinks to a lefty.
A much discouraged practice in the church when
I was just a lad
In league with the devil
Satans scribe.
Jesus Christ. I lapsed at 22.
I love god.
Just not the one I knew.
Do onto others as you would have them do unto you.
Case closed. Period. Full stop..
Except for sister Loretta. Please forgive.
I wanted to change her habit.
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