'with your clever crap and silver toes, dance elsewhere and not on my eyepatch. Drawstring bag overspilling with delight, too many to mention, too glowing to see. Where is the mind when it is out?'
Clutching at straws - nails in her paws
'with your clever crap and silver toes, dance elsewhere and not on my eyepatch. Drawstring bag overspilling with delight, too many to mention, too glowing to see. Where is the mind when it is out?'
Clutching at straws - nails in her paws
