Concoct a Crock
Concoct A Crock
Many things of course we can concoct;
Most was meant to be bunch of crock;
Were spell bound;
Then we drowned;
Not only that went around the clock.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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