CARMELIZE ME
This crazy bakery truck has now lost all
its energy - bad glass, can't see out the
windshield, and no longer the brakes do
work. Like a foreign man in a money
passage, the entry is already overdue.
The medieval page is taking his notes,
marking for serfdom the leaders and
goons. I love to come in too late, listening
for nothing else but what I missed. What
kind of fool am I? I should write a song.
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