Month: July 2013

Remember the smell of burning leaves? A They don’t allow that in cities anymore.B What about piles of leaves, soft in the core,B and jumping in, all of your stress relieves? A Grass stains on knees and elbows of your sleeves,A Autumn pleasures a child will not ignore,B despite how aggrieved mothers might implore B…

London nautical you look so tragical with your broken tables to your shattered cables with your crackled walls to our broken tools your students are rough are rough and your teachers are tough your your breaks are long and and your food is wrong you must want us to die or you would want us…