Ferryman's Feet
Honey’s makeshift spit. Wouldn’t pay a dime for a harlot. No need to count up a tally when in hindsight it’s a waver.
‘’Use in discretion.’’ Wrap it up sugar. The man in the woods, is father goat in a forest.
Lore and udder are what keeps the bloodline going. Façade’s crumble, if mistaken…
No man should take off their shoe before dying. The ferryman has dusty feet.
Chickens run around for half a minute after getting their head hacked off. Humankind do it their entire life.
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