Scalds through clouds.
Tans your hide.
Mower up a bee
that clambers among grass stalks
Consider the death of the world.
My granddaughter says
To help with pain
Think of pudding.
chocolate pudding.
Scalds through clouds.
Tans your hide.
Mower up a bee
that clambers among grass stalks
Consider the death of the world.
My granddaughter says
To help with pain
Think of pudding.
chocolate pudding.