Cookies and cream

by Magnetic Moon   Mar 9, 2007


A pot full of gold, a chin lacking hair
daylights gone and midnights fallen, i can only stare
gaining a head full of dreads and a ship full of dispair
there isn't any ice-cream left and no one seems to care
looking at the map, walking directly into the dragons lair
swallowed the keys, searching for a flare
if only i would grow a pair.

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