Monday, February 28, 2011

the house was made of

The house was made of pointy needles. You would have to squint to see one of the needles. The little kids were playing in from of the house as they sang twinkle twinkle little star. The kids, just juvinile and so young.. They came from the county freak show this morning on the wobbly wagon from hell. Gabby and jack their names are.. So young and so innocent. Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this son of york, and all of the clouds that lour'd apon our house. Many people know of this as shakespears nonsense, but to me it defines these.. lovely children. Do i shake the darling buds of may?? For I am a kings son and a slap apon self.

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