these thoughts are why i have no friends
Thursday
Don’t be stupid
Put those letters back in my soup
And leave the windows locked.
When the mailman comes by
Don’t blink, don’t’ move an eye.
Kiwis for dinner and death for
Dessert. The clock shall stop
At Noon.
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