For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Me has a new hobby 🙂
When this tree fell, I wasn’t there to see it.
Wonder if it made a sound.
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH
The kettle can wait.
Yolk! This shouldn’t be egged on.
It comes in a yellow plastic can. People drink it.
Where dryads tread the fairly fields, and then..