Oh, hateful Clifford, the big red van!
Your presence tortured me as no mortal can!
Now that you're gone, my steps feel so light.
Your absence frees me from an unenviable plight.
My words hold no sarcasm, you will see...
for there's a bicycle in Copenhagen, waiting for me!
1 comment:
you're my hero, aniala! do you think i can fit in your suitcase?
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