Drawing a blank...
h friley hall |
beatnik
sometimes i muse
i'd like to be a poet —
but then again we'd starve,
just so you know i know it —
Labels: An udder pome
"Shall I mangle this churl's leg, Hantis?" — Pul the Grik-Dog, final chapter, W.O.K.
h friley hall |
Labels: An udder pome
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