A romantic feat, The door had come off of shed and squashed the poor pussy cat dead. She sighed to herself a goodbye Stan, You have gone and I need a new man I'I1 have to explain it to gran. Just someone to carry the can. She walked clip-a-clop through the park, her heart was as high as a 1ark. She... Sign in to see full entry.
C.C.:
By C_C_T - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry
About this Blog
Searching for it.
Recent Entries
Blogs
Previous: (No subject) - New Entries - Next: (No subject)