Tilt-O-Whirl
My life is like a Tilt-O-Whirl
Gone out of control.
The operator is nowhere in sight
And my lap bar’s broken,
So I guess I’m screwed.
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I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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