A little purpose, a little play;
the purpose is play, the play, purpose;
until, finally, play is all there is;
except it’s not final, until
purpose has its say,
which, of course,
is not its way
unless it’s
in the
mood;
nonsense, true;
without glue, without you,
there would be no purpose anyway,
even if I play so myself — which I do, I do, I do.
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[ 1792 ]
Categories: Sour Honey
William Michaelian 