"soundcloud" poems
Do you also wake up in the middle of the night and almost reach for me
because you forgot that I'm not there anymore?
I slept next to someone else last night,
But I had a dream that I was next to you,
And I have never felt more disappointed in my life than in that moment when I woke up.
I can't tell which is worse, the disappointment or
Trying to sleep while holding myself together because it feels like everything is about to spill out of me.
According to everyone I should just go meet someone else,
but it's not that easy.
I have no interest in talking to anyone when I'm sober,
When I'm drunk I just end up telling everyone about you.
I can't tell if I'm waiting for someone to confirm that you're never coming back
Or for someone to lie to me so I can feel better for the night.
Can I ***** out all my feelings too, along with the *****
I almost thought I had, the night I was dry heaving into the morning.
That was the night I got so drunk I couldn't stop asking everyone I saw
Why
Didn't
You
Love
Me?
I'm sure all the strangers in the room thought I was crazy.
I have dreams about you all the time and even in my dreams,
You still don't love me.
If I stare at your Facebook chat bubble long enough,
Will I see the three dots of you beginning to type a message?
If I stare out my window long enough,
Will I see you walking towards my front door?
I still want to punch a hole through the wall whenever I hear a song that you used to sing to me.
That's become particularly annoying
since the Chainsmokers got popular.
Apparently I can't get over you
while still listening to your SoundCloud playlists
But I'm not sure what else is worth listening to.
The other day, my friend commented on how fast I walk.
I told him it was because I had gotten used to your speed
since you're much taller than me.
In reality, I think it's just to make up for the parts of my life
that haven't been moving at all.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
Hey guys, I used Soundcloud to speak this last poem, please check it out:
https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/mythweaving-our-way-to-happiness/
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Flowing up to the surface
Submerged under the waters..
Chocking gasping for a bit of air..
swollowing.. suffocating.. On Life..
sorrows_hardships..
Just can't even imagine the reasons behind the tragedies...
Of what evils lurks in earthly places..
With the ability to rearrange and change peoples faces.
After all the hearing and the witnessing.
The feelings and the knowings.
All the seeing of evils news....
I didnt realize I was chocking emotions deeply bruise.
Anxiety snatching the ability to breath where its comfortable..
Breath normally..
Panic sneaks its way in..makes me uncomfortable in my skin.
Pulse rushing pulsating.
All of a sudden the sheer emotion of losing.
Can't see another day lighting the way..
Soul feels the falling when you realize
there's so much suffering..
Arms gone limp all passed out..From the exhaustion.
This is when God holds yah in His arms.
Calming down irregular heart beats.
God breaths His air into you. His breath is your air..
as he breath Life back into you.
Resuscitate He is the air you breath.
Without Him you can't breath there's no air without Him.
He pulls you up to this worlds surface..
This worldly ocean called life.
Where day by day moments felt like drowning.
He gives you inspiration and sets within you a song.
Tells you to keep holding on..
Revive..
The ocean is still there
but for now..I have been brought up to the surface.
hear it on soundcloud copy n paste link below
https://soundcloud.com/selinaros3y/atherbest-revive-0-1
S.A.M @h.e.r 2018
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
Volume 1 of the new trilogy came out today, 7/7/16, but won't be ready for sale until tomorrow. I'm deciding between 3 charities to donate all profits to, and they are, 'Human Rights Watch', 'V-Day', and 'No Means No Worldwide'; All three of these charities focus on preventing ****** assault on women and men, and are humanitarian based NGO's. If anyone has an opinion or feedback on which of these 3 charities I should choose, please let me know. ALSO, I have a 40 minutes song that I made with some of the material from the new book, and it's available FOR FREE to download on Soundcloud. Basically everything I do with poetry is given away for free, and if there are profits they go to charity. I do it for the Love not for the Money. Here is the song. Stay tuned for the book. Much Love & Respect ∆ https://soundcloud.com/americandreamin/aaron-lux-truth-live-sky-tower
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
I have been daydreaming my dream.
Can I tell you what that is?
Standing on a stage in front of a
supremely silent crowd as I
speak of my heart. My life.
My God.
JESUS CHRIST.
This after performing the most
righteous (hippie slang for awesome) music. Music I have
written and SO long to share with
the world.
I have been preparing for this
all my life. Even though I was raised
an atheist. I've had this dream to
stand up for something of the
greatest impact, importance
and beauty.
I had this dream of
Jesus Christ returning you see.
When I was 10. I know His Spirit
has never left. But He will
return ******
I DREAMT THIS BEFORE I EVER
READ THE BIBLE OR WENT TO
CHURCH. He came to me in this
dream. On a white horse and the
Host behind Him. From the clouds
they rode in pure GLORY!
I could not see His face. But I sure
heard His voice. Which said;
"Cathy. I'm coming back.
You and your family
have to be READY".
Maybe you are an unbeliever.
But can you see how I would feel
as I do? Also go to the site search engine. Type in "Salvation Story
by SoulSurvivor". If this testimony
doesn't move you nothing will.
I want to share with the world
how Jesus Christ literally saved
my life. What better way than
with music? The universal
language.
I have a dream. Of megalithic
angels standing around the stadium.
People in AWE! Not of me.
*Of God*.
My message?
No more war.
LOVE.
REPENTANCE.
LEVELING OF PRIDE.
FORGIVENESS.
I believe that God would not
have put this in my heart if He
didn't want to, at least, allow me
to TRY!
I have a dream. That i was broken.
Then completely healed.
In my BODY, MIND and SPIRIT.
For 20 years God has been
leveling my pride. It needed it.
For 10 I've been writing
poetry, music and songs.
Now it's time.
My music will be released on
YouTube and Soundcloud
next month. The links announced.
I figure if you're gonna dream...
**DREAM BiG**.
Notice the little i in the middle of
BiG? That's ME. If I get a big head
*the weight of it will make me fall.*
Will you support me? PRAY.
Send good thoughts skyward.
I'll need every last one.
Thank you!
♥ Catherine
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
(1)
I'm disturbed and yet deeply
comforted by my disturbed nature
I'm comforted because my darkness
envelops me-
it may be cold to the touch
rigid and upright
not soft and loving
but it's loyal
it never leaves.
Today, I'm driving
window down to help me breathe
I capture cold air in my wind pipe
I smell November winter air
smoke from chimneys rising-
when I breathe out I'm smoking too
warm air penetrating cold air
I smell November winter air
we're still in October
it's too early for these memories
I'm unprepared- it's too early.
Sat next to me she appears-
a paler, younger, thinner self
a self I'm sure has passed on
to another life
if it haunted me we'd call her a ghost
but she comforts me
shall we call her an imaginary friend?
"You look terrible!" I state wilfully.
(2)
She's dressed in a thousand layers
"You still feel the cold, eh!" I say
She winks, staying aloof
from any possible conversation
I take a tone of similar indifference.
There she is barely visible
so unafraid of death
arms striped with incisions
a razor blade left behind
hip bones, collar bones, chest bones
she's nothing more
than a white sheath coat
pulled over the skeleton of
a human body
skin screaming for nourishment
to show any signs of life.
If I asked to feel her pulse
there'd be nothing there
no beat
no rhythm
"Maybe it's why the fear of death
has left me!" she commands
"Because in your muffled confusion
your muscles wasting
including your brain-
you mistake yourself for dead." I retort
"You're 21 for Christ's Sake!"
(3)
Distracted by a red traffic light
I turn away-
when I look back, she's gone.
So here I am
talking to myself
the ghost of Christmas past
disappears as soon as my back
is turned.
When I'm alone
the silence
is always louder
than any noise I ever hear-
the silence attracts her back
I reach out to her
trace her face with my finger tips
I whisper: "God Bless,"
knowing some memories are meant
to be laid
to rest.
© Sia Jane
Read on SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/sia-jane-words/winter-air
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
I miss my ex sometimes,
and while I'm sitting on my phone feeling sorry,
feeling bad,
I drink from a bottle of concentrated drink mix,
and I find out
he's become
a SoundCloud rapper,
what a remix.
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 12:09 PM UTC
Where are you?
I am here my love
and I'm not leaving
it's so quiet
I can't hear you
I wont leave you to the silence
I won't leave you
I am here
where am I?
You are here with me
let me take you home
I won't leave you to fight this battle alone
I will fight with you
I have to go
No.. don't go into the silence with out me
Take me with you
Don't go in to the silence alone
I will bring you home
Don't leave me..
My love
I'm not leaving you
for the demons to feast
Where am I ?
Can you hear me?
I am here
I am here
I am strong enough for us both
I will carry you
just let me take your hand
and I will take you home
I'm frightened
my sweet child
my broken child
lost in the wilderness
I will find you
I am here
I can't seem to find
my way home
just open your eyes my love
look and see
I will save you
I promise
But how can you save me?
Because that's all I know how to do
I will bare the silence
and the raging noise
I will take your place
I will take your place
Please find me
.. I am lost
I know you are lost
but I will find you
Please
my child
my love
please take my hand
let me take you home
https://soundcloud.com/rachael-435397529/let-me-take-you-home
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
in the la summer,
the heat doesn't whisper
it swells
and the hottest of the places
were the buses
big greenhouses on wheels
but i rode them,
for i had no car
and if i did
it would've been stolen
even though
i moved away from hidden hills
and now lived
on the face
of the sun
after a while,
i found my own
ways to rebel
drink gin out of
my water bottle
on the trip back home,
sit in the elderly
and handicapped
section
and that was what i was
doing when she entered the
bus
she was obviously ancient
and walked with a cane
so of course i moved to the side
as she passed me
the first thing i noticed
other than her skin that was almost purple
was the tattoo of the number
7
across her cheek
and no, this wasn't a young
woman
not the type to spend late nights
recording raps
for soundcloud in the back
of a crack house
we looked through each other for a
second,
and then she said to me
do you see it?
i shook my head
i didn't know what she
even meant
then she extended her hands
and still, nothing
was there
do you see it, she said again
i said no
she sighed
i have so much to tell you,
young woman
so much you need to know
i nodded
because when a crazy
old woman says things like that to you
you nod and smile
so much you need to know
her eyes were misted over
like lakes in the winter time,
cream in the bowl of
a tabby cat
we sat in silence
for a good while,
and then she looked at me again
in the summer, back home she said
when we left school
me and my friends would go drinking
there was a place called the golden shovel
and they had a huge pool table
me and mary would play, smoke cigarettes and
listen to jazz
it was the only time i
felt like i was alive
but when the cops came
mary was there, and i wasn't
they shot her dead
they said the bar was a hideout
for everything good and black
that my mother told me i should stand for
seven died,
and they said the golden shovel
was used to dig graves
i got this last year
she raised a long, peeling finger
to her cheek,
pointing at the seven
the bus ground to a halt as she
put her finger down
i looked at her
this is my stop
she said
before giving me a folded piece of paper
this is a poem i wrote
i took it and opened it, but by the time i
read it, she was already gone
*We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.*
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
this week thurston moore liked one of my videos
robert hunter liked one of my poems
and some japanese kid liked my latest soundcloud tune
that’s sonic youth, the grateful dead and the asian empire
if you’re keeping score
like i am
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
Waaater... wataaaa, waterrrr, running..
Falling MY NAME ITS CALLLING.
It represents healing and cleansing..
save(nurture) my nativity.. save my mentality save the soul in me.
My heart strings..
thoughtful gentle things.
My purest form it brings.
I can submerge in it all worldly activities..
hide me.. soak me, soak my actions..
cover reactions..
got some water.. get ya some..
waterrrrrr, she's a wave of satisfaction. she's a mathematical a mystical rafter.
Shelter to seek after.
Water sets me free... water brushes.. water blows my knowledge.
It sustains my power...
Water is the mother of soul.
water cleanses makes us whole...
Ohhh Ohhh Ohhhh water..
drip drop waters what you got.
good what ya got..
It's everything...
Listen to It's.Water@soundcloud !!@It's.Water by SelinaRos3y
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 7:52 AM UTC
This is actually lyrics to a song I wrote. When I record it on soundcloud I will post a link here
There
There goes that smile again
That smile that always brings me down, and yet my whole world it revolves around
That smile
In this pathetic game,
I'm just a pawn and you're the king
Yet more than once I've dreamt of wedding rings
but
Every day you pass me by without a second glance and I can't help but feel a little more than bruised
I vow to learn from past mistakes
Give up this hopeless chase
Forget all thoughts of ever loving you
(But) Dawn
Dawn brings your smile again
At 7:53 A.M
I find my thoughts pine once again
With hope anew
You'll see my smile too
But 'til that fateful day come true
I'll always wake up to the sound of
Wanting you
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Dont breathe my air
I see you
Stealing my kin
Dont fall despair
It wrecks you
Just breathe in
Dont leave me
Breatheless
Im barely here
Speak words of wisdom
For me
I cast no spells
A sigh relief
Lingers
That knows hell
A piece of my heart
Sprinkles
Dust everywhere
Dont breathe my air
I am a vicious
Keeper
Of all I see
Not a soul
Seeker
You'll fall to your knees
I feed off your
Misery
I keep it close
I feel your
Distancing
Please come home
Dont search the world
For what is here
In your heart
Dont leave this love
Broken
Torn all apart
I am what
You see
Flaws all and everything
I am all you seek
I fall to my knees
I see everything
Dont breathe my air
Dont embrace my despair
Dont follow me here
Breathing my air
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
To my friend
Bill Hughes
Who just lost his kitten
Hope that lonesomeness
Gets back in its cube
With all the other itches.
To my friend
Billy Hughes
Dear rhymester of hellopoetry
And SoundCloud.
If you need a Bud
I'm here with love
I can be your cat for a day
And speak to you as a friend.
Long live your black cat.
He's eating mice by heavens dozen,
His life has just started
It didint end.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
I'm taking a little break from writing for a while
however, i will be trying my hand at storytelling.
And, in my usual fashion, it is quite a thing to behold haha!
And so, for my first attempt, i will be reading chapter one of
Alice in Wonderland..
I can say, with some confidence, it is not in anyway perfect
nor indeed professional. I would also like to point out that i do swear a little bit and do not, at any point, read like a coherent grown up.
https://soundcloud.com/rachael-435397529/alice-in-wonderland
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
e're since dawn of civilization
being borne aloft in aerospace did excite
hence, Icarus myth popularized notion
to take winged flight
against principle of Physics
soared limitless height
away from temporal light
witnessed awesome might
into infinite night
realization to soar right
heavenly vault in spectacular sight
brainchild of genius minds left legacy
obeisance acknowledged
this hundred plus-year anniversary
aero planes success got off the ground
pardon comment appearing trite
Century21 elapsed since machines
attempt to remain aloft, where man made invention
glittered silvery white
beauty, grace and poetry in motion
excise Luddite trace despite
countless fatal crashes tragedy of loved ones
in fiery plight,
where corporeal ethereal, and groundswell right
lee invisible essences dwell and hover some place
maybe occupying a netherworld
with fellow at last count (seven) nymphs up
and at least one bubbly sprite
returning to Earth delivering
whipped miracles coolie and
Help ping prevent futures fiery disasters
many skeptic (like me)
ascribe phenomena to angelic intervention despite
such mirage, postage sized visage
Impossible to dispute quite
cuz soundcloud shields spectral savior air tight,
whence as mortal dusky Eve
twill firmly reveals if adherence valid
sans, via after death thar iz an in vite.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
The side of the bed on which you used to lay
Is the spot that, lately, I've chosen to stay
Embracing a body pillow to cope with being lonely
And the knowledge that you simply don't want me
The side of my bed on which you used to lay
Is a place I couldn't stand to see another stay
Those songs now only remind me I'm alone
So I deleted them; SoundCloud is gone
The side of the bed on which you used to lay
Is where I've been these past few days
Still, I chase others away
On your side, I think I'll stay
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
This poet decided against
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel
undetected inauspicious augury
assigning adept
aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
who surreptitiously crept
to the secret crypt (guarded by
foo fighters and amazing dragons)
said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
heavily fortified
(with USDA recommended allowance),
thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
which "FAKE" oracle
misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
and hence consonantly knew
all along, i dwelt peacefully
in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings
purchased from Peru
laborers treated by free pact
guaranteeing a socially
conscious shopper to rue
painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
now stamped imprimatur could allow,
enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,
cracked bare foot
ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
(upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting
reddit as joyous outlook
sans linkedin shutterfly,
twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
communicated an instagram message
of hopefulness kickstarting optimism
versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
(hinting at goal to be
a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack
for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
like daggers lined up along a rack
of reinforced steel maw,
which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
as fierce jaws clamp down
worse than getting steam rolled by a mack
truck, but subjected to thee yield,
whence thousands of pounds
per square inch of pressure
on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus
evinces atavistic miniaturization,
where nascent differentiation wrought
physical resemblance to - seek reachers,
sans Tarzan and Jane forebears,
or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut
lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid,
where dome min ant
ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought
took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick
microscopic threads ineluctably
hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught
heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat,
whether as:
the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind
by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought
tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant,
when one seem n
thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge,
hooping an ova to snag,
though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought
in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens
one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine
tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte
nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated
madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught
thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought
years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter
pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified
in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet),
and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep
such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Moments
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
There were moments full of promise,
like the petal-scented rainfall of early spring,
when to hold you in my arms and to kiss your willing lips
seemed everything.
There are moments strangely empty
full of pale unearthly twilight—how the cold stars stare!—
when to be without you is a dark enchantment
the night and I share.
Published by Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly, Grassroots Poetry, The Chained Muse, in a Soundcloud reading by Vex Darkly, in a YouTube reading by Jasper Sole, and in a Romanian translation by Petru Dimofte. Keywords/Tags: Spring, rain, rainfall, petals, blossoms, blossoming, promise, winter, night, cold, pale, twilight, void, emptiness, abyss, dark, enchantment
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
Listen to America? by graff1980 #np on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/graff1980/america
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
I can still feel you in our sons soft touch
That's the side of you I miss so much
I still see parts of you during his bath time
Lol, It is what it is even if it don't sound right
I can still hear your voice on SoundCloud if I want to
But when he coo's or cries it's better than the truth
I can still smell your fade too some days
Brushing his hair while he patiently lays
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
https://soundcloud.com/user-536430323/ravaged-karina-veirs
Copy and paste the above link to your browser to listen.
Thank you Bill Hughes for this. Always a pleasure working with you.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Quit acting like
the centuries afterward will praise you.
right now you held up a clerk with a pocket knife
And will be another useless cog in the system.
That's if your lucky.
If you outrun the five-oh
and brushed up on your parkour enough to jump 10 feet to the next building roof.
That's if the shingles don't crumble under you once your weight impacts the roof.
That's if your bandana doesn't fall off and the five-oh identifies you because you and your dad were pulled over by them yesterday because he was speeding.
That's if your significant other isn't dumped by you because you know she's ******* that Black guy for his money and clothes.
That's if you can go through another semester scraping by.
That's if your not reported for bullying because you made fun of the kid who didn't wear name brand clothes but looked like a rich Jew anyway.
That's if your trap EP gets plenty of playbacks on Soundcloud. In reality it's just you moaning into the great void as it is drenched in auto-tune.
(ahh yaaaah yuhh yuh yuh yuh yuuuu yuuu tuuu get the strap oooOooOOoO)
That's if your codeine doesn't run out and you go into brain-damaging withdrawal.
That's if you don't engrave your fist into someone's skull because he noticed you limping to class after that cramp you had.
That's if you just seek affection from yourself when this ******** world ***** itself as you are caught in it's way.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
The American Library Association
implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
call themselves Ernie and Bert
took a page from Sesame Street Playbook
oft times accompanied
by a Soundcloud of dirt,
boot none other then Pigpen,
(who worked for Peanuts),
and pay-dirt, though
dismissed, cuz he did not exert
true grit, plus more seriously scandalous
sordid details suppressed kept from press,
(which scurrilous breach of conduct
involved said scallywag
violating more than flirt
discovered in prurient compromised activity,
where his skin flute encircled,
with an ambrosia girt
transgressions possibly affected
public television station benefactors,
and sterling reputation of bottom line, nor hurt
locker talk (albeit via exaggerated mainly
to make a profit sounding proper
sanctimonious Cliff (hanging) notes,
asper faux expected by
a "FAKE" trumping prophet,
sans motley crue comic
stripped of more'n
motion picture PG ratings,
hence future lurid, graphic,
banal, ampersand
(&) dressing room banter
muted, disallowed, and banned
so storied characters birthed by Charles Shulz,
(who passed away prior to near canned
aforementioned indiscretion debacle)
returning amidst fanfare hoopla
much as possible grand
jour "Making Peanuts Great Again" hand
diddly restoring full metal paperback jacketed
glory and apple pie order land
ding rebirth of cherished popular iconic
easy to digest bookworm feed
which unexpectedly, inadvertently,
and horrifyingly
brewed ferocious breed
on par with the Alaskan Bull Worm,
whereat armed guards
strategically stationed
at libraries entrances indeed
aware voracious young readers,
would pay no heed
to any obstacle, and such unstoppable
ravishing knowledge
hungry kids did exceed
capacity security details dashed away,
faster then Clifford
the big red dog speed!
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC