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the owl and the pussycat.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
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stopping by the woods on a snowy evening.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
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this is the story of a girl.
I’m not vain, I swear. I just want you to know who I am. So I put together a mix of all my favourite music, or at least the stuff that I feel illustrates my character effectively. A lot of people will hate it, but luckily for me, a lot of people aren’t going to read it. Or download it. So why don’t you take a shot and browse my seventeen-track ( Read more... ) -
anyone can make what i have built.
I haven’t written in ages, and I’m sorry. Sorry I let this journal accumulate dust, because really, I do love it, and I do love updating it. I suppose I just got caught up in catching up - and I’ve had pretty big mock exams, too. Not that anyone reads this shit anyway, but it’s nice to have a release and to know there’s a possibility of someone ( Read more... )
