In the middle of the minutes
Between nine and ten,
An unknown walked in,
Grasping a pen.
He scribbled a face on the whiteboard wall,
It was a face from the internet:
So we’re brothers after all.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
In the middle of the minutes
Between nine and ten,
An unknown walked in,
Grasping a pen.
He scribbled a face on the whiteboard wall,
It was a face from the internet:
So we’re brothers after all.
