Simple simple the lazy man says, if only the door bell knocked in such a way.
Tried and tested routine, game, set and mac. Science from the big G. Makes you think who is the next best.
My money’s on me for the bronze and you for the silver, the wishing well can only for-tell what it has been told.
Exchange rates through the floor and my brain is through the door, one eye on you and the other on my change from the short straw.
Simple simples as the new theme goes, hats on, collars down and fingernails drawn.
Hang on to the seat, this one is going to be post-humous, synonym apocalyptic, who saw what, when did they strike.
It’s too late.
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