Frumpy flashy foe. Tickity friggity toe. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Shiny moony pulp.
Ahhh... nonsense. You hold eternity. Or like, silly men say, salvation.
I would trade my favourite story book, the best pencil, the old golden bag, my evening dreams and morning whimpers for you. Deal???
Look, look. I am just a thought away. On this side of their days.
There's fairy dust in naughty winks. Is it?
Monday, October 1, 2007
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when da time comes 2 trade...u nvr know.. :)
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