Wednesday, October 29, 2025
The Compass Always Points To Terrapin...
While you were gone,
These spaces filled with darkness,
The obvious was hidden,
With nothing to believe in,
The compass always points to Terrapin.
Solemn wings of fortune beat like rain,
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again,
For good or ill again,
Terrapin!
Terrapin!
Terrapin!
Terrapin!
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