Pop ups are so annoying invading personal space.
Like bamboo in the yard.
Like a sun shower without without a trace.
Like seeds in the brain
fingers click forest thick.
It popped up again. Dang!
Did God say you shouldn’t eat….Dang!
Don’t answer don’t click
It’s a down wicket.
A snake in a tree is a snake in the grass, a weydi raas.
That’s Jamaican for ‘what the hell?’ Pretell, Dang!.
Gairey
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