This is what happens in my overactive brain while doing work in the calf barn.
This blade of hacking tendencies
Will in its swift ascendancies
To power, fame and might
Put all its foes to flight.
(Ode to the saw which I was cutting twine with)
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The whale of a pail
will fail to mail my veil
because of the gale
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Why are there rhymes in Verity's head?
"I really don't know the answer," she said.
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Verity's Book
RandomRandom book. You know those random books people have? Tags. Art. Announcements. Blog-ish sort of things. Random facts about their characters. Tags. Tags. More tags. Yeah... that's pretty much what this is. I know, I know, you want to read it. They a...
