by

Abode ' N ' Yonder..

I confide & oft abide;

Tony Candito*

to hide,
thine humble home _

What folly and what foe,

beyond ___

mine everest nigh..

beneath; the bright'n icky sky..

For 'ere the ill of mass there there be;

of same
of sanity..
(or less)
Then e're
a fee! ,
the ill of mass;
then 'ence the sweet of vanity.............

*AYKAYAY....
Benjamin ding dingtackler
Bones perveHarry
Harrisson GhysAnthony

behaaave..

written in ohh!.. six!

(2006)

...................... but done good

in two&14
23/11/2014 | 13:39