Jun 2015
The mystery of history
Is that we keep repeating it.
The madness of sadness
Is that we keep feeding it.
The park in the dark
Is a dangerous place.
I cant help it!
Rhymes put a smile on my face
Is that we keep repeating it.
The madness of sadness
Is that we keep feeding it.
The park in the dark
Is a dangerous place.
I cant help it!
Rhymes put a smile on my face
Feeling a tad giddy this evening ;)
(Ireland)
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