The stationer drove by the store,
Where, unbeknownst, a bunch o’
Bastards had strewn nails galore,
And so he got a puncher.
Where, unbeknownst, a bunch o’
Bastards had strewn nails galore,
And so he got a puncher.
A collection of my less serious verse written over several years.
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