Inspiration | 20 March 2015 | Permalink
Thank you for the record Antal!
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Licked a drop from the silver
tether,
The vein that held the grit together,
Ridges scored when grunt met
bone,
When shtones were shplit when
shplittin’ stone.
He rose from the roots in fine
spirits did Lankin,
And magicked up money from
none.
With no cause to work I’m
bone-idle and bored!
And I miss the days, days shplittin’
the shtones.
by Lee Eel.