04-30-2021, 07:11 AM
Goodbye April Goodbye
The end of April comes calling
none too soon for this minstrel boy:
I began the month writing Sung poems
amid red poppies by a green river,
then was carpet bombed with NapoM.
Now I can’t write without a prompt
from CRNDLSM. O, and I got my heart
broke and the poppies have lost their petals.
The end of April comes calling
none too soon for this minstrel boy:
I began the month writing Sung poems
amid red poppies by a green river,
then was carpet bombed with NapoM.
Now I can’t write without a prompt
from CRNDLSM. O, and I got my heart
broke and the poppies have lost their petals.