I am a Wednesday baby and had to listen to that woe stuff..but it didn't take..I just smile and kick up my heels..don't know about love, but love infatuation!
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
13 screams:
That's spine-tinglingly (is there such a word?) beautiful!
You sooooo do not hate love!
I love this dark side of your writing... very delightful to dark me. Thanks for posting here. Really.
Nevine
i'd like to say something witty.
i've got nuthin'.
but that writing was sumthin'.
How goth. Love it!
sf
Why have I not been here before? The little dark blog on the side of the extraordinary tales blog... dripping with sad. Love it.
Very evocative - luv this blog!
Sometimes, I just sit and think..
I am a Wednesday baby and had to listen to that woe stuff..but it didn't take..I just smile and kick up my heels..don't know about love, but love infatuation!
Me, I hate hate, and I love love. And I like you, too!
Secretia
Boy, I don't hate you!
I love the poem and the whole look of your blog. You are dark and lovely.
Beverly
A voice like fresh air. And asphyxiation.
It's not Wednesday yet, but how are You doing? I hope very well!
Secretia
oooh. Cool picture.
Brillantine my dear, I love the look of your blog too!
K.L.
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