Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
Haiku
Why does everything
have to burn in Slack's small world?
Reagan, now Mondays.
Karate Goldfish
My Days are so dull
I wish I had a girlfriend
...
Here are five more words.
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