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
I just love that poem, thought I'd share...VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
thefuckoffkid:
Just passing through to see how you're doing. 
mistereel:
i like that 