damn if I didn’t get less than half a chick
foul foolish poultry
moldy poetry
what did I do wrong in this instance?
I can barely forgive my mischievous instincts
this stinks
I can't think of anyone else
my pain piles up like cookbooks on a shelf
Monday, November 23, 2009
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