Shawlaa
the mind of one particluar Naijan writer
Mossrow
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Highway Blues
There was a
rose
in the middle of the highway
And she was the
prettiest
little
rose
you ever saw
But the luck won't hold sway forever
And that little
rose
will be
pretty
no more
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