Lint 8 Ball
My spoon is full my bags are bursting,
yet more and more the dope fiend in
me is thirsting.
So once again I hit the floor,
combing each strand hoping to
find just a little more.
The sun it will rise.
The moon it will fall,
and all I have is my
glorious lint 8 ball.
Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016
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