Back at my day
Fine was my thought
If only I could stay
Some things shouldn't brought
the sadness at bay
and left me to rot
The rusty gates squeaks
louder than tiny mouse
Spirits of envy reeks
Beyond the house
The joy I want seeks
Nothing more than a horrible douse
Thursday, October 27, 2016
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