Fortythree, fifteen, twenty, five.
Will we get out of this mess alive?
Five, twenty, fifteen, forty, three.
Why on earth are you asking me?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I was counting on you
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I doubt you need a description after the title.
The Poetess and her daughter
About The Poetess
- Aiden
- I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
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