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Last Words Of Puddin' Tame
In my posh Bentley
GTC W12 First Edition
losing fate in my sanity
last words of Puddin' Tame
down deep beneath
in the cold fissure of death
echoes of spade's last pitch
of foul rags and bones
no place for baritones
but who is counting License Plates
GTC W12 First Edition
losing fate in my sanity
last words of Puddin' Tame
down deep beneath
in the cold fissure of death
echoes of spade's last pitch
of foul rags and bones
no place for baritones
but who is counting License Plates
Published 21st Jan 2023
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22nd Jan 2023 2:17am
What's your name? Puddin Tame, ask me again and I'll tell you the same. There is a tale or belief that if you can get your demon to say it's name you can control it or be granted wishes. But who can control a demon truly or count on it's promises of wishes. Tight
22nd Jan 2023 2:26am
23rd Jan 2023 8:29am
My grandma, born in 1891, used to recite that to me. Hadn’t thought of it in decades.
Ty!
Ty!
23rd Jan 2023 1:31pm
