©PMcCoywrites
Let me clean this cauldron.
I must keep it fit, not to abandon;
what tomorrow holds for me.
For tomorrow is heavily pregnant for me.
I must seize every moment.
And stop seeing posing predicament.
I will be glad this one very long day,
Doesn't roll its mat into my next day.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
©PMcCoywrites
Let me clean this cauldron.
I must keep it fit, not to abandon;
what tomorrow holds for me.
For tomorrow is heavily pregnant for me.
I must seize every moment.
And stop seeing posing predicament.
I will be glad this one very long day,
Doesn't roll its mat into my next day.
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