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For I'm loosing my wits and I call it my youth,
but I am not young, so strange, but the truth.
But old I am not either, so is it so strange;
the years of our life, laid out with broad range.
Hold on now, what am I saying?
Oh crap, it is this poem game we are playing.
but I am not young, so strange, but the truth.
But old I am not either, so is it so strange;
the years of our life, laid out with broad range.
Hold on now, what am I saying?
Oh crap, it is this poem game we are playing.
Active Ink Slinger
For the seed from your loin to be dead,
one must read once again what before was read.
This is strange, oh yes it is true;
for birth control to be so odd, so strange, and so new.
I must be losing my mind, my thoughts are so daft.
But success is achieved, if you read this and laughed.
one must read once again what before was read.
This is strange, oh yes it is true;
for birth control to be so odd, so strange, and so new.
I must be losing my mind, my thoughts are so daft.
But success is achieved, if you read this and laughed.