In a land, far away;
Where the faries go to play...
Another routinely day is here
Another day in the life of me...
If the pond was weed
and I was a duck...
*There is suppose to be a "For Marker's...
Spare page for rough working...
It was the month of the august
When Megan walked in...
I stopped moving
my hands were held up...
I knew it was going to go wrong,
I knew if I indulged I would suffer...
Cracks teacher's query.
Blue eyed girl smiles at me; bliss...
We share sorrow, a place we know well,
romantic expressions, in darkness we dwell...
Life Of The Celery
He walked over slowly, picking me up...
To begin with the list that I want to talk about
A hope that the people stated here don't shout...
**Dedicated To Porcy, who has not yet lived!**
I am a little worried about a good friend of mine...