Hey-Diddle-DiddleHey-Diddle-Diddle (longer version)Hey-Diddle-Diddle
There is an inn, a merry old inn Beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Monn himself came down One night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat
That plays a five-stringed fiddle; And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low Now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
That's mighty fond of jokes; When theres good cheer among the guests, He cocks an ear at all the jests
And laughs until he chokes.
My Philosophy on LoveMy Philosophy on LoveMy Philosophy on Love
Love is such a fickle thing, So fragile yet so sweet,
Once broken, Twice born, Lost, then found, grown anew,
Joy and Happiness,
Found at last, but to no avail,
Sorrow is found when a heart is sick,
Yet, do not frown little one, Love always finds a way to Make a heart yearn for another,
The heart is glad when it finds another, They merge and beat as one,
Till Death takes the other,
One heart always mourns,
Mourn for the Loved one, Mourn for thyself, Mourn for the fallen,
Hiyo!!!!
The truth is tenes one geleria very pretty! I like much your style! I am going to you to visit followed. It gives to a return by my devianat to see that it seems to you and haceme some criticizes to improve. Continuous drawing of this fomra!
you art and style is kick ass!!!!
chulio
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