May 2020
A little left forward
And the creeps come out
A little less
And we accept
A Creep
Hmm.
Past the forward
Leave in a lurch
The smell of baked clay
A mudslinger's holiday
And the creeps come out
A little less
And we accept
A Creep
Hmm.
Past the forward
Leave in a lurch
The smell of baked clay
A mudslinger's holiday
