I HATCHET THE
BLUE TREE
And she's got panties on
her leggings, and he's
drinking space-ale from
a keg. Whatever's going
on any more, whatever.
The masonry guys have
bricked up the door. I
can neither get in nor
get out, and can't, either
way, remember which
I was seeking. Oh well.
Such a life I lead.
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