Reggae Night
He reached out and touched me, his cold hand snapping on my wrist as he asked me to dance to that riddim… I told him to get checked for anemia on account of his cold, cold hands… He tried to have a conversation
He reached out and touched me, his cold hand snapping on my wrist as he asked me to dance to that riddim… I told him to get checked for anemia on account of his cold, cold hands… He tried to have a conversation
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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