I'm a itsy bitsy spider
I climb no water spout...
This trip was cursed from the start
with early wake-up, sleepy drive...
6 July 2009
10:58am...
Murphy ate an apple,
He got it off a tree...
If I were an ocelot
I'd spend my days catching flies...
A feather falls
Oh So Slow...
When I was young I felt restricted,
trouble was never far from my shore...
Right in front of my hut, as hunger dominate,
I kept on yelling, "God why?!"...
There once was a princess with skin oh so pale,
And gleaming brown hair almost down to her tail...
Stan's a man in uniform,
a man with real power...
Don't steal this poem from me, I have proof that...
My name is Tiffany, isn't that so fine...
The Lord is my Shepherd,
or this could be a cataclysm...