Old Pages and Hats
in june,the lady bugs dance and hugs mean so much more
the ladies dance,score,the floor melts from shoe work
quircky crabby men in some bin of county work,folklore poke.
dropey answers,these thoughts be cancer,whats the matter still?i am an envious
poet of the nothing news,and i got rhymes,table of content skills and west wind
pills.oh,bell,aireborn virus,why oh why us,make em understand,a poems in
hand.theres nothing to do till money comes through.
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