One long, balding combover passageway
Zombies its way to the main route of work.
Once trudged to, there it sighs and stays; little.
The small, well worn path joining the large walk.
One long, balding combover passageway
Zombies its way to the main route of work.
Once trudged to, there it sighs and stays; little.
The small, well worn path joining the large walk.
SmallSmilingPrincess 
It looks like you have accidentally posted the same poem twice.
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Hmm. Not sure how that happened. Only pressed ‘publish’ once. Ah well, I’ll leave it now. Thanks 🙂
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