Time will never tell.
Never give up a secret.
No truth, no banter.
Just a smell,
Of fresh grass.
Tomorrow, old and new.
Today’s cut.
Tomorrow’s cot.

Happy ever afters We asked difficult questions of eachother.
Got strange and lewd.
red eyed.

Tim Tams should make a biscuit that’s the same filling as double choc, but change the shapes of the bikkies to more resemble pillows. “Bed Tams”

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