The Oracle
Evan B. Wilson
Moscow, Idaho, United States
I am a mere Christian, a pastor, philosopher,and a Pooh Bear Tory.
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Friday, August 31, 2007
Bad Manners
Pease porridge hot,
Pease gettin' cold.
Please pass the porridge pot
Of pease afore I'm old.
be Evan Wilson
2 comments:
greenacres
said...
oh pease.
2:56 PM
Thomas Banks
said...
I always thought the world needed more curmodgeonly nursery rhymes.
10:04 AM
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2 comments:
oh pease.
I always thought the world needed more curmodgeonly nursery rhymes.
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