Shownotes
You can't scare me my mom is a librarian
She is the basket of guns with a roof
Smouldering like a top of some theatre
Frames of an oblong sunshine from a twig
Ploughs away the sunlight into its misty stuff
Strewing the polished ground in twisted gold
Of tarnished silver, and as music breeze
Glittered a square, hatchin different a garland.
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