No where to run...baby let's hide. Take her in your arms on a chilling winter's night. Watch the stars twinkle and glisten. Know that you've found the one person that will listen. ~*(ME)*~
Why is it so hard for me to right with my left hand?
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
Because cherries bombarded your left hand when you were an infant, causing you to have cherry cats in your left hand. Hmphh.
How can dogs understand cats, but we can't understand each other? HA!! Try that one on for size!
No where to run...baby let's hide. Take her in your arms on a chilling winter's night. Watch the stars twinkle and glisten. Know that you've found the one person that will listen. ~*(ME)*~
*try that on for size.
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