toms mots

Reggae Steel drum

again the dyngy lighter

Why the Tigres Euphrates

buring bright

Dog gone it God did it

Digger  Don's noggin's nosin

around again 


a vicar did once call him on it

blamed pit patting rain blamed  

So this is freedom


boredom has called

and you've fallen for it

The End

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