I’ve called Persephone by the name purse-a-phone Greek goddesses aren’t what you grab when leaving home My phone’s inside my purse purse-a-phone would like it there, like Hades’ lair I pray greek gods don’t see me, butchering names and not believing but i’ll mispronounce and mis-accent for infinity there isn’t much that you could do to stop me six pomegranate seeds, winter in Greece please don’t visit me, Persephone and I’ve said “protestant” just like pro-test-ant too It’s not a word, let alone a church that you could send donations to who needs mistakes and stupid phrases that aren’t real anyway? if I’d a known I’d mess up this many times, then I’d shut up for the rest of my life but i’ll mispronounce and mis-accent for infinity there isn’t much that you could do to stop me six pomegranate seeds, winter in Greece please don’t visit, purse phone what if i don’t let them know that I don’t know because I don’t even know anything but i’ll mispronounce and mis-accent for infinity there isn’t much that you could do to stop me six pomegranate seeds, winter in Greece please don’t visit me, Persephenphone
Written by: Sidney Gish
Submitted by: Fishy on December 03, 2019
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