Southern wind by Mee Mah Mu

Bad Ass Cowboy by Solar P’NUT Butta 50

Why by Me Mah Mu

When I was in the Hilton, I was such a different man then. I’d stay up late, capitulate about the years ahead. There’s a thing to be said about Molly’s and bed, when the poetic card can’t be played with your hand. I rolled a Boulder past a regimental soldier 
On his way to face the music again. The touted colliery and Melissas were only just passing muses then. I placed the apples 🍎 in acacia. To off set displacia. And never found the answers. Playthings with party wings and destination wedding themes. They trounced upon the poppies in the snow. The days were so much hotter; when I walked on the water, but you didn’t notice me then. So I crumbled that life. Got another wife and found my self picking up glass. The long shadow of September helped me to remember that kings aren’t supposed to cry. Chasing my reflection in fractal directions I never found my other side

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