tears falling from the frustration of feeling there must be a way to dot up the paper with ease and joy. The fire is lit and the
It is a revelation. Stunted as I was before, a cave man in the time before wheel or fire, sitting at my desk, just struggling dumbly, tears falling from the frustration of feeling there must be a way to dot up the paper with ease and joy. The fire is lit and the stone is rolling, this caveman is beating a path to Civilization. TOOT I blow through my straw A-WHOOSH I blast my stream steady and true. The paper is grey and it was this great googah I have found that has rendered my paper thusly. My tears fall no longer.
Rating: 5 stars