Lucky number
Outnumber
Laughing together
And wine
Seven's too many
But why not have twenty?
Who are they to whine?
Oh, I have an idea!
Pop them out!
Show them what we're all about!
Join our cult!
Saddle up!
Do you really think we give a fuck?
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
