You can pull
Out all the stops
Call on every ploy
And device
But whatever the spiel
They will never feel
Exactly the same way,
Twice
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You can pull
Out all the stops
Call on every ploy
And device
But whatever the spiel
They will never feel
Exactly the same way,
Twice
A truthful and excellent poem, Charmer!
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Ah thank you my friend, you’re too kind! 😊🖤
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True that!
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😊🖤
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