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Florence...
an old man walked up to us,
muttered something and then spat at our feet,
before moving on...
you asked me why, but all I could
think to say was that I guess he didn't feel
like sticking around...
Published 7th Jun 2015
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7th Jun 2015 4:31am
7th Jun 2015 11:20am
I told her we should just put it behind us,
but she said she'd be damned if she'd touch it..:)
but she said she'd be damned if she'd touch it..:)
7th Jun 2015 5:49am
7th Jun 2015 11:21am
Anonymous
7th Jun 2015 8:16am
Comical ink at its best!. . .Enjoyed!. . .xoxo, Devlin.
a friend once told me
we should laugh at hatred -
he died laughing...
but I still think he was right..!
thanks..:)
we should laugh at hatred -
he died laughing...
but I still think he was right..!
thanks..:)
