The Fool On The Hill.

By Wryer

Polly.

Polly is a perfect little creature.

I've had a brilliant day at work, followed by Sam treating me to a meal in town. I'm an extremely lucky girl.

~

"Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue, a herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one. Broken sweethearts who sleep apart both still pine for the other's side spine, spoon as sleep starts."

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