My Fridge is a Space Ship My fridge is a spaceship. I hear it land In the middle of the night When it thinks that…
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My Fridge is a Space Ship My fridge is a spaceship. I hear it land In the middle of the night When it thinks that…
Summer Blue Summer blue is in my eyes.No longer all wolfI smile,Sharp teeth glisteningIn the afternoon glow. It’s strangeTo be outsideIn this daylight hour,Mostly human,And…