vacations overrrrrr crying crying crying crying now i have skool and it sux crying anyways, heres the poem for 2day
Death This one thing all fear, That none will embrace, An idea of old, That nothing can face. It swallows the young, It poisons the old, The insane revere it, And it follows the bold. When it comes for you, At any a time, You may know its coming, Or it may sneak from behind.
Cold All The Way Through · Mon Feb 26, 2007 @ 08:02pm · 1 Comments |