The sun doth send it’s rays twixt the buildings
along with the sky and it’s hue is reflect’d
in the mirrors across the little street
in a little town filled with little people
and I sit in a little chair at a little cafe
when the thought which the sun’s rays hath lit
*We’re all full of **** *
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC
The sun doth send it’s rays twixt the buildings
along with the sky and it’s hue is reflect’d
in the mirrors across the little street
in a little town filled with little people
and I sit in a little chair at a little cafe
when the thought which the sun’s rays hath lit
*We’re all full of **** *
So my writing isn't great. Kick me.
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