November 3, 2005
I wish I could sit;
Shrouded in a pale white fog
at the river's edge.
Then, in my mind's eye
I imagine the lowlands
and bogs of Scotland.
Shrouded in a pale white fog
at the river's edge.
Then, in my mind's eye
I imagine the lowlands
and bogs of Scotland.
posted by Ink and Stone | 7:15 AM
2 Comments:
Win the lottery
Then you could take a bagpipe
And go blow yourself.
F U Karl.
Big meanie.
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