good doctor this, good doctor
that, it’s always good doctor.
she wants to be bad, soak everything
in formaldehyde, lock the doors
see what happens next. so few women
go on sprees today. spooky season starts
early she says. good doctor gone bad.
next time give her a better landing pad.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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