Jun 2
Hardly a sound
but for the squeaking
of..
.and here I was going to write old bones, but they're not so old that they can't be told they're not so old,
thank the Lord for Castor oil.
but for the squeaking
of..
.and here I was going to write old bones, but they're not so old that they can't be told they're not so old,
thank the Lord for Castor oil.
(68/Here and now)
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