There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very very good, But when she was bad she was horrid.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Poetic

The world has changed because you are made of ivory and gold,
The curves of your lips rewrite history.

I have this in my head, I think it is Oscar Wilde.

Ragh.

posted by NicNic at 11:14 AM

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