Summer
By dabs
G'day G'day I beg your pardon, I am here to wreck your garden, Tongue is hot, Toes are cracked. Nasty prickles on my back. On my bot some nasty fires, caused by flailing electric wires. Eyes like smashed and heated glass, lips are dead and twisted grass. I breathe house flies - What a bummer. Oh hello, I am summer. - Done with reference Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 10:46 PM PST 20 • 0 • 14
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