frigged spineapple, by pat |
Why do I dine in a twisted up mind Kind of like a spine it twists it bends it turns all night Tired I perspire weary joints after a days work I'm working out these muscles The sands of time are falling down around me I don't mind I fright that I might in a few months time |
Posted: 2014-07-29 23:33:36 UTC |
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