All Coild In His Sir Pants Poem by sean north

All Coild In His Sir Pants



when theres
no where left to run

and no left where to hide

gets to gonna cross
that river

with those tears in ya eyes

cr0c0d1l3 t3aRs
froM tHe OthEr sIde

aslidingsilverserpantride

Monday, December 21, 2020
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