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Catch 22
When forever finally comes to town, not sure I want to be around
when it stands outside to knock upon my door.
I’ll hide inside, not make a sound, turn out the lights,
get on the ground, lay in the darkest shadow of the floor.
And if forever’s not deterred, no worry I’ll plan for the worst.
I’ll wait it out, I’ll stock up every shelf.
I’ll let forever knock all day and hope ...
Thursday 22nd February 2024 3:57 am
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