On sunny days, it isn't right.So I stay inside, pretend it's night.
in my cozy comfy bed
rainbow pillows for my head
My book and pets to drive the sun away
and wait till the moon beams come out to play!
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My name is Morticia Wilde. I live in my grandmother mansion, smack dab in the middle of a San Fransisco fault line... oh well, it doesn't much matter.... My therapist told me I suffer from chronic ennui – but I guess I'm just too tired to figure it all out. I'm supposed to write down my thoughts and feelings – you know, to help me get over my ‘condition'. So, here goes – my attempt at helping myself (sigh...). I just hope it's not too, well, boring. http://www.wildeimagination.com
I love her new bed! Morticia is such a good poet too!
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