“Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes: Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.” — Harry Graham, "Tender-Heartedness" by 𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

Jan 2018

“Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes: Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.” — Harry Graham, "Tender-Heartedness"

Suzy honey queen bee, in our **** honey-bee hive, we mustn't dive
happily into gas ovens where Hospice-dead folk never emerge alive
to sing, dance & prance & **** in *** pants while shucking the jive

Written by

𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

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