by SexiiMexii Jan 11, 2007
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
When i was standing in the woods, i heard a sound that was not good,there was a crash and then a bang, the tree had fell right on its fangs, the tree was alive and staring at me, it told me i had to pay some type of fee, if i really wanted to live, i had to tell i little fib |