The tale of the Tub
In the land of ever lie
grew
a
flower.
The followers
followed
till
the
last pollen was gone
and they slept
after
some pain in the head
and others
in the gullet
or in the
back of their
bodies.
Gastro
Neuro
or a stroke of luck.
The cold is the war
and
repeat
is the massacre
but
who cares
about this mother world.
Can you change it?
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