miércoles

sangresangresangre-sangre

I had a little monkey. I sent him to the country & I fed him on gingerbread. Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo.
And now my monkey's dead. At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever)

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