Day 127: Freak Out
There I sit with a wiggle.
Parrots molesting alien pickles.
Whisper it to me dear,
But see the lights are nowhere near.
Stop it I say, with a loud goodbye.
Yank it later, chains never lie.
Gloppy glop, I went to bed.
But there I never, wake up dead.
And The Fortune Sticks Its beak.
Parrots molesting alien pickles.
Whisper it to me dear,
But see the lights are nowhere near.
Stop it I say, with a loud goodbye.
Yank it later, chains never lie.
Gloppy glop, I went to bed.
But there I never, wake up dead.
And The Fortune Sticks Its beak.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 1:52 pm
2 Comments:
Ok, I will make the extra effort to comment and talk more often lol.
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