no dont
theres like little death balls flying through the air…
Day: February 8, 2021
He slides out of the recliner,
shakes his ears as he bee-lines
for the couch where my mother
is about to sit down…
There’s no place I’d rather be,
it’s where all my friends are…
Just lay your head down,
and relax for a short while…
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