Posted 12 months ago
Vynil33rpm
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When we were halfway there
You were nowhere to be found
Me perhaps a dust mound
When the Olives appear
He will make them reappear
Don’t let me go deeper
into the Grim Reaper
I’ll be gone before that creeper
The house is beautiful- I’m so glad it is still there after all these years. I can just imagine the postcard arriving to the home-folks eager for news.
Thanks for the loves