Life under the weather for a toad it seems… Wandering alleys, hunting treasures is the theme… Bottle of plunder, hidden amongst garbage…
Traveling time, working rhyme, laughing throughout god’s world,
would be my only crime…
Coincidences don’t happen in my life, as strange as life is to be?
Once again under the weather, or feeling a little sick… An not in the head either…
To steal a phrase, “have a great day!”
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