Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

You wove me a mantle of smoke.

I was thirsty.
I was thirsty.
I was thirsty.
You sent me a cloud in a crate.
You sent me a cloud in a crate.
You sent me a note.
You sent me a note.
You sent me a crate in a crate with a note saying bury this.
You sent me a crate in a crate with a note saying bury this.
So I struck off with my shovel & never came back. —Srikanth Reddy
So I struck off with my shovel & never came back.
—Srikanth Reddy

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