poem.
should I stay or should I go?
The decision's made, oh I should know.
my bags are packed inside my head
I can't escape that sense of dread
some wicked scene all done in red
yet to unfold
black story told
should I stay or should I go.
The decision's made, oh I should know.
my bags are packed inside my head
I can't escape that sense of dread
some wicked scene all done in red
yet to unfold
black story told
should I stay or should I go.
posted by Jimmy Crazypants and the Crackateers | 10:07 AM
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