Friday, October 14, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Mother Goose
If all the world was apple pie,
And all the sea was ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What will we have to drink?
And all the sea was ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What will we have to drink?
Sunday, October 09, 2005
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