The White Narcissus
I’ll wed in April. I’ll wed when the dew is like diamonds upon the white of narcissus, its deep red heart like the beating of mine.
I’ll wed in April. I’ll wed when the dew is like diamonds upon the white of narcissus, its deep red heart like the beating of mine.
Once a playground assistant came to him and asked what he was doing. “Looking for a four-leaf clover for the girl who won’t tell me her name.”
So she goes
Drowning
the other bartender said he died right there in the middle of the floor, after sliding off his bar stool, sorta kickin’ and turnin’ purple. I figured Dad would die pissed off.
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