(1618-1657 / London / England)

My Bucket List

I wrote myself a bucket list
It must have been when I was pissed
For all it had were buckets
Of every shape and size
And when I proof read what I'd wrote
I couldn't believe my eyes

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Wow im amazed by your skilful poetry, nice one