Come considerably open minded, and
Let me tell you of a glorious city.
Oh! How the Winter's would set in,
Trapping all of her pawns on board.
And on Christmas trees, the splinters would wear thin, and again....
And the tale is told
As the paper folds.
Travel lightly on lukewarm waters.
Since the Spring is Summer's prelude,
They'll let the grass walk with them,
And lie down to glass marksmenship.
A word is not a word until it's written in prose.
Judgement can be passed
On the most bland of days.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is:
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They say money changes you
but money don't change you
it just makes you more of what you
already are.
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Originally Posted by Nanijah
I'm just a trash bag bitch
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