Simple nicotine
of the great
unwashed dean
Simply sitting down
on the sandy
bordered town
The village was so windy
you could
almost call it Indy
Boats were anchored
in a different
type of inn
the wind today
is warm
the sins are left
to warn
another day will pass
as rain and sand c-clash
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Simple nicotine
of the great
unwashed dean
Simply sitting down
on the sandy
bordered town
The village was so windy
you could
almost call it Indy
Boats were anchored
in a different
type of inn
the wind today
is warm
the sins are left
to warn
another day will pass
as rain and sand c-clash
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