TP ..oh.. TP
Wherefore art thou?
It seems as if you have been wiped out.
Swept off the shelves by the armful.
"It's MINE, MINE, MINE!" They shout.
While your grabbed and torn, and taken away.
But I still have hope.
I will find you someday.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
TP ..oh.. TP
Wherefore art thou?
It seems as if you have been wiped out.
Swept off the shelves by the armful.
"It's MINE, MINE, MINE!" They shout.
While your grabbed and torn, and taken away.
But I still have hope.
I will find you someday.
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