

A children's poem for FellaClad as a witch She an her friend Took the time to backstitch and to mend The dresses, of which they were proudA children's poem for Fella
The girls were eight Her mother ardent They were a fine bait And from home the mother absent
They went to the grave of Tom Meyer In the Witching Hour Although, God knows Meyer's a liar Scared of what might devour Two small little girls as bait
They hopped upon his grave Not giving a care Here came the darkness to enslave Frightfully unaware It was her mother.
She came as a slave to the night &


A tripHeat on Window Down All I smell is your cigarette We drive by my old school Nostalgia A bus is stopped 3 cars ahead of us and the Phillies game is on but I'm not listening A gust of windA trip
idolizing
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"No, seriously, when I evolve, you're all screwed"-Magicarp
"We're all mad here"-The Cheshire Cat
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I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.
PETBESTFRIEND!
childhood memories =
♂+♂=♥
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When life gives you lemons, shove them down some random cheerleaders throat.
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I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.
PETBESTFRIEND!
childhood memories =
♂+♂=♥
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*Do I Look EMO?!!*
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I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.
PETBESTFRIEND!
childhood memories =
♂+♂=♥
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I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good
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I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.
PETBESTFRIEND!
childhood memories =
♂+♂=♥
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