Holy Pant-
I come before you holy;
Ah! but the pebbles on my feet are so rough;
The mack daddy will flee, in pants of poly;
Forgot to check for cars first though;
Hope is never hopeless;
Alas, my leg of dry gangrene,
hath fallen off again;
Where's the Scotch tape?
In a dress? A dress, address;
Out west,
is where I went, alone in my escape
4/24/19
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