Saturday, September 30, 2017

Contempt of Me Do Swell


Satan roundly defeated, brats vanquished;
peace established. (Don't wreck truce.) Hola!

Tomorrow we fertilize and organize spices.
All in a day's work? Hardly. Responsibilities.

With the relations doomed, not so funny.
They'll punish selves ad infinitum. Unless.

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