Stickerz
My cool little toys
Stickers are my childhood mem.
Attached like magnet –
Stick with the paper
Don’t leave your mate in his state –
His state of sadness –
I’m wild child in heart
I’m stuck in place, free in space
Savin’ my collection –
These sticker magnets
Are my childhood heroin
Please – stop this madness!
God trades me mere hope…
God says he collects our fears
In His jar with cheers
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