Oct 2014
Coconuts,
Fall from the tree's,
Knocking passerby's unconscious.
They can give us sweet milk,
Or what the locals would call "meat",
But I'm pretty sure this isn't the kind of meat I usually eat.
Fall from the tree's,
Knocking passerby's unconscious.
They can give us sweet milk,
Or what the locals would call "meat",
But I'm pretty sure this isn't the kind of meat I usually eat.
(Beyond Imagination)
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