The cock crows
But no queen rises.
The hair of my blonde
Is dazzling,
As the spittle of cows
Threading the wind.
Ho! Ho!
But ki-ri-ki
Brings no rou-cou,
No rou-cou-cou.
But no queen comes
In slipper green.
What a freaking weirdo! I love him. He's pretty much the only thing getting me through right now.
I hate stupid money and how it controls me.
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I am excited to be moving within visiting distance of you this summer. I hope you know that you are always welcome in my home.
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