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.
Weird.
red eyed.
Trouble.

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”