'twas the night before Orlando
All through the house
Every creature was stirring
Except for a mouse
Neil was sniffing the bags
Looking for a place to hide
While short dog lay panting
And dreaming of rawhide
The boy was all packed
While erratic drank wine
Saying I'll pack tomorrow
Everything will be just fine.
Friday, September 23, 2011
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