flyingpenguin

flyingpenguin

2012-10-13T15:07:25

Away With The Skies

The midnight moon shone on the house, There was not a sound, not even a mouse, It creaked, it cranked as the wind blew, There were footsteps behind, was it me. Was it you.

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flyingpenguin

2012-08-26T17:47:34

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One cloudy Sunday a fairy went up to a poor American and said " i can grant you 3 wishes choose them well and I will be back on Monday" the fairy came back and the poor man said that he would like...

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flyingpenguin

2012-08-25T22:48:39

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Blue butterfly Blue butterfly What do you see. I see a little girl looking up at me.

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