Sunday, January 31, 2010

True Grit-itude

You are so kind to always think of me
To let me know the error of my ways
To guide me, chide me, Procrustes bed-ize me
To nip my heels whene'er my footstep strays
Five minutes alone in an alley, you snit,
And I'll show you how much I appreciate it!

A ditty from Fio's chequered past she thought you might enjoy. (She's a little more mellow now.)

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