No holds bard
A collection of poems, pictures, and other such.
Non amo te, nec possum dicere quare;
Hoc tantum posso dicere, non amo te.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Wattle I do?
Quand'ry for a soul that's brittle:
Here before me stands a bottle
Tempting me more than a little.
Ease my aches a tasty jottle,
But will I stop at one mere tittle
When I'd fain go where every sottle?
9/12/2012 11:35:00 PM
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