He thinks that hes a real dog
Your fail is my hate.
Your fail is my hate.
An east wind coming
It will be cold and bitter
But it’s God’s own wind
A cleaner, better
land will lie in the sunshine
when the storm has cleared
It will be cold and bitter
But it’s God’s own wind
A cleaner, better
land will lie in the sunshine
when the storm has cleared
I beg you won’t speak Watson
for fifty minutes.
for fifty minutes.
Love!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to be laughing about Batgirl for a very long time. LOVE the haiku, as always!
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