Fear not thee, for he is with me,
Through the mountain pass, and the gadgets' gross,
Beneath the scorching sun, and the fiery none,
After a windy moss, and a shiny gloss,
Under acute pain and acid rain,
With me he is,
Gratis!!!
| Author: | nivi on Thursday, 17 Sept. 2009 |
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| License: | Copyright, all rights reserved |