Walking through the park, I met a man named Mark. His face I couldn't place but he insisted that he existed. He told me a tale of woe, of his friend who became his foe. Even though I cannot recall the pertinent facts, it caused my jaw to become a-slack. As I started to console him with loving words, his cheeks grew full of humming birds, chirping & buzzing & zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Then I woke up.
Post #775585
- Author
- Neglify
- Parent topic
- Have A Rhyme Of A Time
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- Date created
- 11-Jun-2015, 2:13 PM