One of these days I've said I'd learn,
so I could make one up
just as good as can be imagined in
undisneyified-ifity, dereminded to make points,
de-terminated-- determind, resist
the game is not over, it is
not. It is
No game. Stop playing. This is surviving.
We did it.
This is ever after.
You can do anything you think you can make
useful
on some level.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
One of these days I've said I'd learn,
so I could make one up
just as good as can be imagined in
undisneyified-ifity, dereminded to make points,
de-terminated-- determind, resist
the game is not over, it is
not. It is
No game. Stop playing. This is surviving.
We did it.
This is ever after.
You can do anything you think you can make
useful
on some level.
Such a fruit ful day but little that passes for poetry, at first glance
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