Thump, bump elephants in the back room or do it seemed to be, little children crashing pots and pans onto the the floor repeatedly.
Crickets chirping upon my pillow or is it echoing violin strings playing down the street.
Wishy, washy waves crashing along the shore. O wait that's just the bath water flooding against the floor. Now clean up time no more metaphors.
Crickets chirping upon my pillow or is it echoing violin strings playing down the street.
Wishy, washy waves crashing along the shore. O wait that's just the bath water flooding against the floor. Now clean up time no more metaphors.
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