I waited and waited but Aslan didn't stop by. 
Taken from the ferry to Mull with my aunt in mind.
That water sure was on the cold side.
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Johnny was sad. He had ventured outside only to be met by the eternal glow of crown fibers. Crown fibers you ask? Yes, royal battery mice. Neck and neck Johnny ran with the Archbishop of Tapestry Pane. As you crawl and fall you may certainly never heed what you read. Evermore. Evermore. Evermore. Excellence is a person known once and though of more than 3 times their weight in chicken apple sausage. The children weep, the children play, the children find solace in the joy of the printer with no real toner. As the chairs fly upward towards the purple lawn the bystanders who should have been flying to aptly consider themselves a bystander understood much but drank little.
ReplyDeleteUnderstood.