Count The Ways
I counted the ways I
could get out of
this world
alive,
My wee wits gave me
the soulful option,
zero to
five.
All I need is one good
way to escape,
for me to
thrive.
I'm still working on the
answer, I'll know
it when I
arrive.
Yorktown Disciple
I counted the ways I
could get out of
this world
alive,
My wee wits gave me
the soulful option,
zero to
five.
All I need is one good
way to escape,
for me to
thrive.
I'm still working on the
answer, I'll know
it when I
arrive.
Yorktown Disciple
Oder # 11253
Still
working
on
the
answer
working
on
the
answer
Yorktown Disciple
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