The young boy stumbled down the green hill
As the world stopped spinning he searched with no relief
Where are thou Jill?
He searched high and low, he began to grief
Tracing his steps back up the hill
“Oh there’s Jill!” fetching the pale of water
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Underconstruction
Vegan-ism. Literature. Crafts. Stories of my crazy life, it will be addicting like chisme. Let's see how it goes.
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