"dextra" poems
oh i'll make rome an eternal city, as in eternally struggling to compensate thinking it ought not make such claims.
what's the point
of this humpty dumpty
if he won't even sit on the
******* fence?!
chase a fox to get an omelette?!
yeah, my bones too for
a scramble to the cocktail
motto: can't make an omelette...
without breaking some eggs;
what lovely chimes...
mm, lovely, cherish the parishioners
and their alms dropped
into the coffers of priests':
ave dextra.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC