Louder, little one!
We aren't even nearly done.
But I am tired.
My stomach is bare!
Does it look like I honestly care?
Toughen up, buttercup.
You want to earn my love, do you not?
Yes, I do, a lot, but mother, my voice is shot!
The rope necklace wants a friend.
Please, no, I don't want it to end!
Then quiet down and show the town your beautiful crown. Sing the notes that mother wrote.
Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper,
What shall we give him? Brown bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without a knife?
How shall he marry without a wife?
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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...
