Rain, rain...
Go away...
I mean it. GO AWAY!
Because when you live my life, rain brings not a basket of pretty May flowers...
...rather, a basket of muddy clothes.
Worn by equally muddy young boys.
Who happen to clean up quite nicely.
Go away...
I mean it. GO AWAY!
Because when you live my life, rain brings not a basket of pretty May flowers...
...rather, a basket of muddy clothes.
Worn by equally muddy young boys.
Who happen to clean up quite nicely.
1 comment:
What were they doing to cause the mud to be caked into their hair?!?!? That has stress written all over it.
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