A bird in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
Like you can use sand
And burn it to mush
A beautiful thing just like glass
So fragile it breaks with a crash
Dag, weren't you supposed to be included in the mass orgy that Bea and I have arranged?
Was I?
Why do I always do this to myself? Maximum word limit is like 240 words. I go off and write 393. WHY DO I ALWAYS DO THIS? I wrote one for the same word limit that was over 800 words ;_;
I am honestly dying, I think, from lack of fulfilment of basic bodily needs. I'm sleeping. 'Night all.