Back to the US's exportation of mental illnesses in a moment, but first, the first poem written about me ;) :
Once there was a girl from New York City
I never met her, what a pity...
Was too busy writing stories,
all clever and witty.
Untouchable as a liger,
not a kitty.
You have a way with words, Scheherazade.
Friday, January 29, 2010
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