There’s a prayer in the meadow,
of new sharp town.
There’s a gator,
on the rocks out at sea.
Political consumption,
of a tacky brand,
will surely make a fool out of me.
Does This Mean I’m Moving Forward?
February 11, 2021
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You passed the test,but you don’t remember.Seasons changing,it’s always December.Clean the stitch,until you feel better.Go through the gate,until you you figure,what it’s all about. I wish
