Monday, May 25, 2015



When I was a young fluff ball I had a big
ol' kick-the-chick talk with my Egg-Mama.
She said I was growing up to be either
a harpy or a floozy. I didn't like the choices, 
so I became a hippy harpy
who flew zee coop.


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