a year ago
BeanzieReturns
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At the end is a poem by me, “Rocky on the Steps of Leighton”.

See me run, a dye bug dripping ooze My arm inked with mahogany tattoos From Marthon to Athens once again So terrified to bother honest men Within my elbow, Hades rips and tears Though for the menders lack the basic wares My pitter-patter shall be met with stares Then as I gain the guts to walk ahead I tumble on the ground a splodge of red The channels of the Styx are bare of dead
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Yikes.. I didn't know that even those seriously ill are refusing to go see a doctor.

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Yeah. I also had a soar throat a few weeks ago, but did not get checked because I was worried about getting the virus at hospital.

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I suck at interpreting poems but sounds deep.

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