Sorry, son…

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Seven silly simians simply sang songs & sonnets subjecting someone solely to slumber. Suddenly smoke seeped in, similar to the smoldering scent of a cigarette. Symbolically the cymbals sounded & the strong smell of sweet sage sent centuries of souls soaring skyward.

This entry said it swiftly, so sue me.

One Response to “Sorry, son…”

  1. TheMightyQuinn Says:

    Simply sensational sonnet!

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