This post was made through the death of thousands of poor goose laborers that later fled to New Zealand, Northern Europe, I think China, and the South West.
I have a license that lets me solve aids - A friend of mine
Here Comes the Birdyyyy ~Poopsie
You gotta have the confidence of a gazelle running through a herd of lions - TK Sharp
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
