Not overcooked. Not undercooked. Just all half-baked goodness in every write.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
If The World Was A Cloud
If the world was a cloud Would you say things real loud In a universe sky We'd float there on high In white puffs of pure We'd live and endure When rain would fall down We'd all hear the sound We wouldn't get wet Unless we were met By a cloud that was higher Then we'd not be drier.