Didd it,
with a tip of my five hundreth hat:
Dance in the afterwords, wondering if we
were we
the ones who swallowed hole and fell
on
hard times, past
emptied heart and mind of worthship
appraised unworthy of mention
compared to the stars on TV.
Hey, see.
Written on Grandma's wall.
A sign for those who read,
then the written declaration appeared
on a tapestry from QVC
Home, home at last,
Each heart is singing
Home, home at last.
And above the festive table as on a scroll
dis plays plentiy fructifity of ludis-hermes
Live Love Laugh
And tell the tale of the times
that came and went as all times do
this too, shall pass.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 9:36 PM UTC
Didd it,
with a tip of my five hundreth hat:
Dance in the afterwords, wondering if we
were we
the ones who swallowed hole and fell
on
hard times, past
emptied heart and mind of worthship
appraised unworthy of mention
compared to the stars on TV.
Hey, see.
Written on Grandma's wall.
A sign for those who read,
then the written declaration appeared
on a tapestry from QVC
Home, home at last,
Each heart is singing
Home, home at last.
And above the festive table as on a scroll
dis plays plentiy fructifity of ludis-hermes
Live Love Laugh
And tell the tale of the times
that came and went as all times do
this too, shall pass.
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