(September 1, 2011 at 2:22 pm)frankiej Wrote: It's true... It pains me to think about it
Please don't mistake "thinking" pains with the soreness you still have. And you know, you'll never get the smell off you.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day