“Really?” John Smith said to his knee that had decided to hurt. A lot!
“Really” said the knee.
“Why?”
The knee remained silent and aching. It was a stubborn knee.
“Ah, the weather” John Smith remembered.
The knee giggled as Mona Lisa probably would have giggled had the painting had a sound button.
locked inside a Petrosphere
one lark mothers
all songs
Johannes S. H. Bjerg
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