I found a shed cicada skin Sunday.
For central Arkansas, he’s two years late.
Did he sleep in, suckin on the tree root?
Did this poor little bastard go to a bar and set around wondering “where is everybody?”
I found a shed cicada skin Sunday.
For central Arkansas, he’s two years late.
Did he sleep in, suckin on the tree root?
Did this poor little bastard go to a bar and set around wondering “where is everybody?”