Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Friday, May 25, 2007
IT WASN'T ME
That's right, it wasn't me splashed over the pages of the Herald Crum today.
I didn't get fined for running a brothel without a licence.
My hair isn't short and blonde and I don't wear sunglasses.
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