Wooden wore boxes
Miles in length
Deep in lore
Send for shelter
From the whore.
Wooden deep stares
Frought in anger
Dripped in fear
Sends for its maker
Without shedding a tear.
March 19th, 2006 § 0 comments
Wooden wore boxes
Miles in length
Deep in lore
Send for shelter
From the whore.
Wooden deep stares
Frought in anger
Dripped in fear
Sends for its maker
Without shedding a tear.
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