Wilt Not Want Not

​All my friends were quaint not quenticent associate and me aprenhensive an anomaly maybe abominable not unlike the snow man yule tide to wash away the formidable so long and forlorn if friends are words I was speechless but I have been the best friend to many men and to many ladies locust like buried for a decade only to climb out unfurl and be wished away till death did we part 

(Needs work….)

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