Locked in a box,
Debonair socks,
The crook stands his nook,
Gurgling wine,
Twirling twine,
Oh how oh how shall he get off the hook.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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Thoughts so benign, they must be scribbled to make the world look like itself again
Thoughts, views, verdicts and theories that I won’t say, feel or think aloud. But I will certainly write here.
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