A silver-scaled dragon, with jaws flaming red,
sits on my table and toasts my bread.
I hand him fat slices, and one by one,
He hands them back when he sees they are done.
-unknown
I just love that poem, thought I'd share...
sits on my table and toasts my bread.
I hand him fat slices, and one by one,
He hands them back when he sees they are done.
-unknown
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thefuckoffkid:
Just passing through to see how you're doing. ![kiss](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/kiss.fdbea70b77bb.gif)
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mistereel:
i like that ![smile](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/smile.0d0a8d99a741.gif)
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