February 2011
January 2011
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
I saw the sun; It made me cry, called me a son of a gun. Not till yesterday Did I see the error of my ways. I beat my fist at him with my feet planted firmly, I said “I’m just lucky I ain’t dead.”
kaleidoscope →
