For burning bushes never fish forgave

Date : Octubre 25th, 2006Category : UncategorizedAuthor : ahasveroNo comments

The peasant’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
What things we did we went the whold darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess

Whiskey will always wake an Irish hog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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