Slug, oh slug.
Not a worm nor a bug.
You’re squishy and easy to chase.
I can’t nap on the lawn
‘Cause on me you’ll crawl on
And leave slime trails all over my face.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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Y'know that space? Under the stairs? Where nobody goes except maybe a small child who can squeeze through the gap between the steps and have an entire world to themselves full of shadows and fun and Ogden Nash poems, Charles Addams books, Gahan Wilson cartoons and peanut butter sandwiches? Yeah? You can? Great. If not, this is what it's like back there. Fun, a little shady (hence the mandatory black background) and packed with the essential vitamins and minerals a growing mind needs.
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