Too my diddy men by Mark Bell

Too my diddy men

All my disciples
Are eating
L S D trifles
Fred
Harry
Bill
And
Ben
Spaced out,
Thought they were
The Diddy men.
They followed me
Down the garden path
Those L S D trifles
We’re such a laugh.

Written by

Mark Bell 65/M/Portsmouth

(65/M/Portsmouth)

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