Simpson

21 Nov 2007

·eath

an oven timer in the sky, predicts the day That we shall die, this is how, it gets its fun, Victims of a vicious sun. Take refuge on the sand? Torture of a different brand. The searing pain of the heat, emphasised on swollen feet.

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