The Prince

I’ve never had to spread my spit

over keys less tapped by

the ones I thought….

less…. of….

 

Come to the end of the yellow brick road;

there’s a yellow sickle green toad;

creaking and croaking all the saying of old…

 

But nonebetter than

“A witch cast a spell on me

Kiss me and I’ll become a prince”

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