potatoes
Potatoes: growing;
row upon row,
upon row,
upon row,
upon row;
potatoes growing.
And she put Gwion Bach the son of Gwreang of Llanfair to stir the cauldron... And she herself, according to the books of the astronomers, and in planetary hours, gathered every day of all charm-bearing herbs.
Potatoes: growing;
row upon row,
upon row,
upon row,
upon row;
potatoes growing.
Posted by little gwion at 12:00 p.m.
3 comments:
I like that one :)
it has a certain something...
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