Dude couldn’t lick an astro not.
Wouldn’t be caught
With his glass down.
He’d frown.
But no sound.
Would come.
He’d be done.
No more pay as a astro not.
And that life’s fraught
With Dee Saster.
Barry Williams
http://barry-williams.com/blog
Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.
The rest will be, uh, less understandable...
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