a mouse in her room woke miss dowd
A mouse in her room woke miss dowd
She was frightened and screamed very loud
Then a happy thought hit her-
To scare off the critter
She sat up in bed and meowed.
a mouse in her room woke miss dowd
A mouse in her room woke miss dowd
She was frightened and screamed very loud
Then a happy thought hit her-
To scare off the critter
She sat up in bed and meowed.
cmlestrade commented on a mouse in her room woke miss dowd
02-13-2010
02/26/2010
girlygirl1234 commented on a mouse in her room woke miss dowd
02-13-2010
02/26/2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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