Things...
...are never the way you think they'll be. And I can't quite decide if I like that or hate it.
My hat is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.
Dr. Seuss, I admire you. I make no sense, and I realize that. I suppose I don't care much. It's too late for the roaches, the geckos are out now. I missed geckos. They'll bite you if you grab ( Read more... )
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