Ring a ding,ding

From eight thirty till? One Ringa dingie, Two Ringa dingie, Three Ringa dingie, Depressed friends calling, Sometimes when she’s sad might call her poet friend eleven times, I tell her I’m an empath, She’s deep in her world Sadness buries one, Depressed one name, Sleep most days, She’s been tramatized, Raped by her dear oldContinue reading “Ring a ding,ding”

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