There was an old man from Qatar —
where the temp measures “hot” or “hotter.”
He’d go out in the day,
’til he melted away —
Like Frosty, sans the puddle of water.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
There was an old man from Qatar —
where the temp measures “hot” or “hotter.”
He’d go out in the day,
’til he melted away —
Like Frosty, sans the puddle of water.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
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