HazelA Poem by Thatch
Hazel, she stepped right off the road
That amber fox done licked the toad before we knew it she had paid what she owed Now want is wait and wait is what I know Hazel, she stepped right off the road My hands are cold, my head's a kite Blinded by headlights in the night King Kitty's working on a diamond rite Fist-fightin' titans stealing God's left eye My hands are cold, my head's a kite Asleep I fell, down into Hell One I created for myself My big bug eyes can't seem to break this bell My cutie pie, sweet cuddly clientele Without a wave, there is no swell And you fell through
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1 Review Added on July 16, 2016 Last Updated on July 17, 2016 AuthorThatchTyroneAboutHey guys! I sometimes write down any lines or paragraphs that come to me and I've built up a small collection over the years. I don't really show them to anyone so I thought I'd share some of them .. more..Writing
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