The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,– I’m glad she knows me not. Indeed, for me it’s hard to think, Although my pow’s like snow, She was the lass so fresh and pink I courted long ago. I wronged her, yet it’s sadly true …
Daily Archives: January 30, 2014
A Little Something From Carlos…
From LakeParadiseMusic1: * Who is gentleman in the true sense of the word! *
Ralphie´s Portal 