Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape.
. ”
“Ha ha,” Hayley said in a sarcastic deadpan, like her son had made that joke before.
Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape.
. ”
“Ha ha,” Hayley said in a sarcastic deadpan, like her son had made that joke before.
Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape.
. ”
“Ha ha,” Hayley said in a sarcastic deadpan, like her son had made that joke before.
