At one pm this autumn eve,
i was still at my "midnight" dream.
For i got home at 6am you see,
so i was still quite sleepy.
But in this dream,
i swear it was cursed.
I had dreamt a dream,
of hitting my forehead.
I fell off a bike,
onto the road.
And stayed there morn,
to ease my load.
when the morning light hit,
i was still tired a bit.
But i stood up to see,
that it wasnt a dream.
I had passed out,
my head full of clout.
From the powerful claims,
of that old "Mary-Jane"
A contest entry
- WHERE I WAS AT 1 PM WHERE WERE YOU by Swan song.
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Comments
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She will do that to you when you smoke to much of her lol
WEll done
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