poetry

Know new Non sense. 1/az.i

Illusionary giphies.

Where my life is a vida de loco.

And a lifetime of unending and loving stress cares to love me than a harem of Mistresses.

Care me a knot of good Gerds and burps me daily whence a wonderful word comes from none other.

Yet why do I even bother to ask myself,

Is this living or an illusion of my dear life as a wife.

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