bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Thursday 11th February 2016.

The cusp of the weekend bangs along on the clock face each second is a boo..never to be seen again, each second missed gathers in old witches panties hanging in the breeze waiting as if for the new Macbeth to pass me a strange look and whispers you on the bubbles i whisper back just simply a long day in the work saddle and leave me some honey...Winnie smiles and throws a Poo stick into the river of life sighs and points into the night sky, i smile think So Goeth and retire before my eyes sleep walk on thier own into the dragons den....Whom ever passes this way..may the weekend be good to you and your toes curl...x

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