‘the pakistan batting crumbled like apple struh-del’
‘it wasn’t a pudding full of plums’
Navjot Singh Sidhu. All hail. All bow.
‘the pakistan batting crumbled like apple struh-del’
‘it wasn’t a pudding full of plums’
Navjot Singh Sidhu. All hail. All bow.
a note, floats.
down the wind,
through the noise,
and then another.
on occasion,
they’re caught.
and forgotten.
on others,
they are written,
and maybe, just maybe,
another,
might, just might,
hear them.
…lose my faith in you.’
And now there’s nothing.
Not a thing.
No
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did you hear about the bald man whose wig was blown away in the wind?
He ran after it in hot hirsute.
I saw somebody driving a dermatologically deformed vehicle and promptly called the number I was told to. Why? I saw the sign
If driving rash call 9845567899
… is the coolest new band in town(.)