

The Way HomeSitting on the side walk, basking in the sun. The mosquito bites itches me, scratching them an't fun.The Way Home
The guys play round the schoolyard, with no worry at all. Kicking their black and white football, running round till' they fall.
Not like they understand me, their buisness is to their own. I wish there was a place I can relate, a place I can call home.
I wish I could go there, so I won't be alone and in dismay. But there is one little problem, I don't know the damn way.


The Little Clay manOnce upon a time, in a little town, there was a little street. On that little street, stood a little hut. Inside that little hut was a little room. And inside, was a little boy. The little boy lives a happy life. The thing he enjoys most is playing with his clay, making little clay things all afternoon.The Little Clay man
The little boy made a lot of little clay creations. He made a little clay dog. He made a little clay horse. He also made a little clay man. The little clay man was different from the little clay dog and little clay horse. He was hunched and had a smuged face. He had no hair and was very very ugly. The little clay dog a
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If something's not working properly, the best thing to do is to tear it apart to make it better. _
Drop Dead Fred
And thanks for the review.
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If something's not working properly, the best thing to do is to tear it apart to make it better. _ Drop Dead Fred
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