sometimes, i wonder if i could just go away
i'll live in a strange land
where people speak a languange that i don't understand
i'll probably find myself a job as an applepicker
after work, i'll go home
pamper myself in my log cabin
read, write, smoke, drink wine
then sleep
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
sometimes, i wonder if i could just go away
i'll live in a strange land
where people speak a languange that i don't understand
i'll probably find myself a job as an applepicker
after work, i'll go home
pamper myself in my log cabin
read, write, smoke, drink wine
then sleep
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