©PMcCoywrites
Today's twenty four hours,
Seem like seventy two hours.
Everything happened just fast.
Each ugly moment chose to last.
I saw myself thinking on my toes.
And I couldn't make stew with my tomatoes.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
©PMcCoywrites
Today's twenty four hours,
Seem like seventy two hours.
Everything happened just fast.
Each ugly moment chose to last.
I saw myself thinking on my toes.
And I couldn't make stew with my tomatoes.
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