#NPM2012 Day04: Wary of Monsters
In olden days, Our Little Read Walked (odd, not rode!), In her hoodie, Through forests dark. Was not the monster...
In olden days, Our Little Read Walked (odd, not rode!), In her hoodie, Through forests dark. Was not the monster...
The apple never wrought no harm, ‘cept that what were imposed: Prescription from Above, or wicked Queen. My aching...
One cannot survive, With naught but dips from Twitter’s well. Real folks quench real thirst. by aforgrave, April 2nd,...
From A to B and naught between, save ‘chance a rest stop OnRoute Blazing down the 401 We pass,...
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