come, let’s run wild
amongst the barren trees
and grainy wind
rip our eyes out
and gag our mouths
but the stench….
oh the Stench!
of bare bodies and soiled feet
and lively flowers in lifeless hands
Letter to an imaginative thyroid gland
-
Dear Ms. Gland,
I hope this letter finds you in the
pink
of health
Or at least a few shades
closer to happiness
than you were
after our Monday meeting
that...
11 years ago
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