Days grow long, and days grow short again.
Despite the passage of another year,
the taste of the vinegar is still the same.
Days grow long, and days grow short again.
Despite the passage of another year,
the taste of the vinegar is still the same.
Burritos and beer.
Haaaaa gayyyyyy
I don't want you to keep your eyes open for this one, I want you to read it, out-loud, with your eyes closed tightly.
Everyone who read your poem made a conscious decision to violate your will, or decided you didn't really mean it. Was this what you intended?
Take more naps.
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