sometimes girls lie to themselves |
and conjure at the seaside |
and smile until their teeth get cold |
and fly home on a broom |
and make the sky open up |
and fill their pockets with coal |
and wish on the same thing every day |
and don't miss the sunshine |
and get better at maths |
2 comments:
I love you Picky Neacock
i love you too Captain Annie!! xx
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