I Can’t Wash My Socks


Do you know where
The river flows?
You should better
Follow your shadow.

I’ve read a story about
Tree and its apples
This morning
Do you think death is blond?

I am not about
To disturb you
But could you
Tell my cat
Not to worry?

I am waiting
For a good friend
Coming
To kill me
With a spoon.

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