Standing by,
All the evening,
Here to help you get your package.
Dailing your number,
When I am stranded,
On a strange place i've never trodden.
Hiding in black,
Here they come,
To claim for my precious Nokarot.
Just being there,
Til you showed up,
All just to say, "Sorry, they set me up"
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6 comments:
What ... you got shy? Anti, if I remember well, Nokarot should be the guy or something ... :-\
classic end.
as in? i havent got...what is a nokarot?
thats kind of scary...
Oooh!! sorry they set me up..that sucks..
Hey.... shy you....
dont understand it but somehow i feel i also do..isnt that great poetry, we dont often understand but can stand back and say amazing! this is one of those...
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