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Lots of creative pursuits in 2019 and more in 2024 and beyond. |
| All thought him such a nice young man Agreeable, humble and shy No suspecting the boogeyman He wouldn't even hurt a fly But late at night, when rain pounds down He waits for unsuspecting prey Like spider in his webby down To catch them unaware this day When caught he claimed insanity Mother's voice calling out through him Torment and twisted sanity Until he's ripped in two - poor him. Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() ![]() |