If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
: If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I
that says Make sure you scrub well and plan and prepare everything Affection as clean as a triangle ting But love it or not love's as mad as they come Oh it's sly
used to cry but now I have to laugh because she's got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i'm looking up as i'm lying
