While I was in the chatterbox, I found someone with this in their siggy:
heart Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Solitary sanctuary, with your pretty dreams all in a row.
Mary, Mary ordinary, where did all your flowers go?
Necessary mercenary, you can't reap what you don't grow. heart
I particularly liked this and, although I think it is a nursery rhyme, decided to put it in my journal, just for the sake of it. Oh, by the way, nine days until my birthday. heart
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I don't have a particular theme here. I'll post when I'm bored or I find something interesting. Read it if you want to, I could care less. It's just a means of putting my words on a screen so that at least I can see them.
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