home is where you lay your book and pen aside you turtle
you hobo snapper
you're no ancient tortise
no monarch fluttering by history's window
wind on my neck
you're no hangman's noose
your home was in the pine the plank you walked was made of
you're no ancient tortise
no monarch fluttering by history's window
wind on my neck
you're no hangman's noose
your home was in the pine the plank you walked was made of
posted by sky at 4:34:00 AM
1 Comments:
from one pirate to another: nice. very nice. (I have more fridge-front sticky poetry bits)
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