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.
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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