Your free to go

January 23, 2014

He awoke from slumber hearing the people

Ramble sluggishly toward their keeper

Lamenting every last lingering step

Lined up like ants marching for food

The “Cure” for their disorder is

Distributed One, two, three, four

These will make you better

All you need to do

Is take

One

And You Might Be Free To Go

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