Thursday, March 26, 2009

Wicked witch block

Once upon a dreary day a pretty princess went out to play. She walked and hopped and skipped along singing a merry fairy song... Stop..Cue screaching brakes. Wicked witch block. Sigh. See what happens when you stop letting the inner you be free. A Quote from another poem of mine..."Four walls..No door...No way out." Hmmm. Let's see if I can fix this. I believe I have a sledgehammer somewhere.

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