“'Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra / It flips over, pinning you underneath / At night the ice weasels comes.' Bop-boppa-wop!”
I think I might start writing poetry
“'Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra / It flips over, pinning you underneath / At night the ice weasels comes.' Bop-boppa-wop!”
I think I might start writing poetry