Let’s Play Poison

There’s someone buried under there. That’s the name. And see the date? Poison! Get off!

There’s someone buried under there. That’s the name. And see the date? Poison! Get off!

I see what you did there, Flattery. And for the moderately bosomed woman? Out of luck, I suppose… 👙
What I want my tombstone to look like, except with Firewheels and dandelions.
The years of my life have, like a spider, spun out their tale.
Psalm 89

Listening.