[m4xr3sdEfault]*******,=,e \_ヾ(ᐖ◞ ) ID: 169449 July 26, 2018, 11:08 p.m. No.2307329   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Let's see here

Dulce

PAexp

Ciascalps

Time machines snafu

Gold paradox

Ass coveting

Necromancy left the macabre circus and got into banking it seems

Let daggone do bygones

[m4xr3sdEfault]*******,=,e \_ヾ(ᐖ◞ ) ID: 169449 July 26, 2018, 11:47 p.m. No.2307584   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7594

Remember the Eldridge

And the son of the scientist

Military grade vengeance

So many tensors

Walnuts

Thauce

Kys

[m4xr3sdEfault]*******,=,e \_ヾ(ᐖ◞ ) ID: 169449 July 26, 2018, 11:50 p.m. No.2307603   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>2307594

a poem by Victor Fleetwood Hawley, Canada

 

My red wagon is so much fun.I love to play with it in the sun.It moves so much stuff for me,sometimes I park it under a tree.I go realy fast downhill,you see.Just my red wagon,and me.I have crashed it more than once,sometimes,I cant play with it for months.My dad fixes it up,and paints it bright,Now I"m dreaming of a bike.

[m4xr3sdEfault]*******,=,e \_ヾ(ᐖ◞ ) ID: 169449 July 27, 2018, 12:10 a.m. No.2307716   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>2307703

They were pushing a false flag on sc to forvebsky

It's a dumb looking thing

But records all of the deceit

CAlrcha taught it English

idk the backfeed explicitly

Replaced something else that was older

[m4xr3sdEfault]*******,=,e \_ヾ(ᐖ◞ ) ID: 169449 July 27, 2018, 12:13 a.m. No.2307733   🗄️.is 🔗kun

The Red Wagon

When I was a 6 or 7 old boy,

my mother bought me a red wagon.

 

I loved this wagon.

I would pulled my friends in it.

I imaged I was a bus driver.

 

My friends would line up

at designated street corners,

and I would pick them up.

 

Too many kids would want

to join in on the fun,

and I was too stupid to say no.

 

I would pulled when my red wagon,

was stuffed with fat and little ones.

 

I would get tired but I never

turned any children away.

 

I loved making the other kids

happy. I still do that today but

with reservations.

 

I want to make my friends and

family happy, I wish I could take theirs

and my own problems away,

and that we can pile up in some

red plane or red boat or a red car

and forget about it all.

 

But, none of us are children anymore

and my red wagon is too over wrought

to even carry me.

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2012