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Friday 10 May 2013

Goblin Poem

 There was once a goblin who lived in a cottage.
He twisted his ankle so he had it bandaged.
Goblin was sad and goblin was pissed,
Goblin wanted to punch things with his tiny fists.


 I'm trying to find things to do in order to buy time before i actually absolutely have to study.

I've made a cup of Milo , had a piece of bread, pat almost all the cats in the house, annoyed my sister, watched some Korean shows, drew a rambutan, brushed my hair , showered twice , curled my lashes, and wrote a bloody poem about a pissed goblin.

Now what.