24 September 2012
Not a single poem here makes sense. Rhymes are sloppy, worth not sixpence. I am not a poet nor used to such drivel, Opuss is home to the most god-awful scribble.
Opuss Ing. • Opuss № I
24 September 2012
Not a single poem here makes sense. Rhymes are sloppy, worth not sixpence. I am not a poet nor used to such drivel, Opuss is home to the most god-awful scribble.
Opuss Ing. • Opuss № I