A poem about a girl and her ghastly wish.
My socks are up high. My Nike’s are sick.
By Jared Grumney
but still it turns me on when someone knows whether they are laying me
By Just 4 Thought https://just-4-thought.tumblr.com/
I remember a time we laughed together; I remember a time we cried.
From https://globblog.tumblr.com/post/156788053351/i-remember-a-time-we-laughed-together-i-remember
to the tune of Jingle Bells
Source: Bryan https://writeyourpassion.tumblr.com/post/156903320260/broken-skiis
A noiseless patient spider, I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
By Walt Whitman
My socks are up high. My Nike’s are sick.
By Jared Grumney
but still it turns me on when someone knows whether they are laying me
By Just 4 Thought https://just-4-thought.tumblr.com/
I remember a time we laughed together; I remember a time we cried.
From https://globblog.tumblr.com/post/156788053351/i-remember-a-time-we-laughed-together-i-remember
to the tune of Jingle Bells
Source: Bryan https://writeyourpassion.tumblr.com/post/156903320260/broken-skiis
A noiseless patient spider, I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
By Walt Whitman