Thrall
i see it all the suffering call,
where we sense the one God's number,
suffer from the romantic thrall,
colour fades, black on white is called,
cos then we're torn asunder,
look out here comes the thunder...
chunder-from down-under,
did ya get that taxi's number:)
thank you Russell Sivey,
"Shine on my Ego."
Don
chunder is what you throw up.
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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