ABOUT THE SKANK
Genni
16
Gulf High
Hates Cyber Sex
Likes CheeseCake
Loves WoW
Eats Babies
Loves Feet
Banana
LOVES CHARITA
Fat
Ugly
Wiccan
Grape Jam
I love...carpet
Maybe some pie...
Nice
Loving
Loves Kitties
Loves Astrology
Misses Tennessee
Loves Fun
Hates MCR.
Flanders Fields:
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD
Canadian Army
(1872-1918)
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Hello, Lover.
