Tightly gripped silver rounded bearings unconsciously dominate all action of thought never finding stolen strawberries sought and empty travels doomed all thought thus finding not the opportune orange nor did I locate its matching rhyme and out loud I just screamed FUCK!
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Author:
Bobby O (
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A breakdown!
My next poem is 'Jibberings and jabberings of a madman!' lol. That'll be me!
I know that feeling ..
must surely be exhausting tho' much like a double fuck maybe ... N 🙂
Bogart as ships Captain. Caine Mutiny
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