Shadows, Shadows everywhere
most of all, it's over there.
No place to run, no place to hide.
Forever there, it's at my side.
I stand, I jump, I wave my arm.
The shadow's there with all its charm.
Silly little thing, that shadow is.
Never a moment does it miss.
A friend at night is what I see.
and it don't ever talk back to me.
I can talk non-stop, tell it all.
it stays right there - on the wall.
Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
Whether you're making a deposit at the stank bank, dropping a return at the squat shop, or conducting a brown business meeting, these perfectly timed tales provide the literary fragrance your privacy deserves. F
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