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RE: The Ostrich and the Lion, Poetry and Digital Art
There was a boy named Fire
He grew ever lonely and thinner
No one ever called to him to play
And his mother, never to dinner
There was a boy named Fire
He grew ever lonely and thinner
No one ever called to him to play
And his mother, never to dinner
@prydefoltz,
Laughing my ass off! :-) :-) :-)
Now I'm hungry. Ice cream. I need to make up for lost time.