And no matter what closet we were thrown in, up what river we were sold for an embarrassment, or worse, traded for a bottle of gin–we’d carry on in playful stitches, friends‘til the end…which came sooner than wished.
And no matter what closet we were thrown in, up what river we were sold for an embarrassment, or worse, traded for a bottle of gin–we’d carry on in playful stitches, friends‘til the end…which came sooner than wished.