sábado, 27 de abril de 2013
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Another Poem
It was our special place.
She loved the pretty room with its big mirror.
She would wonder what to wear for dinner.
But niw it's just me.
I thought it might help to come here.
But it didn't
there's only emptiness
- The crooked man (game)
She loved the pretty room with its big mirror.
She would wonder what to wear for dinner.
But niw it's just me.
I thought it might help to come here.
But it didn't
there's only emptiness
- The crooked man (game)
domingo, 21 de abril de 2013
Crooked Man
There was a crooked man.
And he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence.
Upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooke cat.
Wich caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together.
In a crooked little house.
And he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence.
Upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooke cat.
Wich caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together.
In a crooked little house.
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