Feb 2022
The reaper
Scythe your fearful ***--
I mean your soul.
(Not your donkey...)
You have NO RIGHT
To a risk-free existence.
Scythe your fearful ***--
I mean your soul.
(Not your donkey...)
You have NO RIGHT
To a risk-free existence.
HeeHaw.
Another cutting poem for my bleeding fans at H.P.
Another cutting poem for my bleeding fans at H.P.
