Let me crack corn,
cozy up to the keys.
A fine morning’s coffee
turned to 6 o’clock’s wine.
A myth to be born
that nobody sees
Some saltwater toffee,
and mauve in the mind.
Let me crack corn,
cozy up to the keys.
A fine morning’s coffee
turned to 6 o’clock’s wine.
A myth to be born
that nobody sees
Some saltwater toffee,
and mauve in the mind.
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