Peeking over the fence, you can see the Hobart CBD from Battery Point.
I think that this poem truly signals my break from sanity.
babies babies babies babies babies babies
babies babies it tastes like babies babies
taste like bananas tastes like bananas it
babies babies is tastes like ripe babies
babies plump babies tastes like something
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What is CBD?
People always say, "oh Henry, what a wonderful job" when he colours, but I reckon it's terrible. He can't keep inside the lines and it is more like scribbling.
Vincent