Hans EbertApr 121 min readPoem: We get lost when we’re a child We get lost when we’re a child We then get dropped when we’re oldIn the middle there’s all kinds of stuff Sometimes there’s silver and often one’s left out in the cold
We get lost when we’re a child We then get dropped when we’re oldIn the middle there’s all kinds of stuff Sometimes there’s silver and often one’s left out in the cold
Poem: You can float your boatYou can float your boat You can talk grand plans You can drop names like atom bombs But who are you kidding? And where’s the joke? It’s...
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