Oct 2011
The kid sat next to me
And I watched the words
Crumble from his mouth
Sticking on his shirt and trousers
with the wind blowing south.
And I watched the words
Crumble from his mouth
Sticking on his shirt and trousers
with the wind blowing south.
Written by
Der Ganzumsonst
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