We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Bluebells and Marigold.
I promise this roof’ll keep the rain out of town and while you’re around I’ll grow the daisies right out from under your feet: you’ll be the happiest you’ve ever been, when you’re at home with me.
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