Looking over older tomes, and reading lighter fare
safe and warm in a newer home, no worries and no cares
I wonder sometimes about Neanderthals, and what they thought were rhymes
scrawling in cave and on the wall, to be far longer saved, than mine
Written upon the rock and stone, they prose'd and played with what they had
ancestors we call our own, wasn't really all that good, but **** it wasn't bad
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Looking over older tomes, and reading lighter fare
safe and warm in a newer home, no worries and no cares
I wonder sometimes about Neanderthals, and what they thought were rhymes
scrawling in cave and on the wall, to be far longer saved, than mine
Written upon the rock and stone, they prose'd and played with what they had
ancestors we call our own, wasn't really all that good, but **** it wasn't bad
Rock seems to be a far better canvas and page, than paper, parchment, or anything else, cept maybe ones and zeros :D
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