The Beauty and me
The monster has a soft
spot beside you.
The monster, little angel,
in the heaven of your knitting,
the clumsy, patchy hair
with an ominous twitch
the monster mellows out
at your knees.
Driver’s Licence I’ll drive you to the Moomin Valley, let’s celebrate. Got a red car from my grand uncle, l’ll drive sin...
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