Rolls
Rolls will not roll over anymore;
sick of being cut 'n' smothered.
Forced to wear cheese, meats, marmalades,vegetables, spam 'n' jam.
They've got a plan.
They've formed a rock band;
to take their message everywhere 'n' open hearts 'n' minds;
so people will realize;
their mistake 'n' change.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Sept 2016
Sonntag, 4. September 2016
Poem Sept 4th 2016: Rolls by Blair Gaulton
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Sept 4th 2016 Daily Poem
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