again, i reach the upper room.
floor teetered, me the cabinet maker,
offfered another case, one of mine choice.
she had lovely hair, said the space was moving.
so it was, betwixt a little crowding there,
wilfred owen, his letters and wooden steps,
to reach further up.
below they serve liver and onions, which
i am told is very tasty,
sbm.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
again, i reach the upper room.
floor teetered, me the cabinet maker,
offfered another case, one of mine choice.
she had lovely hair, said the space was moving.
so it was, betwixt a little crowding there,
wilfred owen, his letters and wooden steps,
to reach further up.
below they serve liver and onions, which
i am told is very tasty,
sbm.
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