Let Me In May17 Serrated plates, rows of overlapping scales went out with the disappearance of the dinosaurs, died on a Medieval joust; discard the armour. Little one, precious child, let Me in. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Go to Sleep, My Son Nov12 Go to sleep, my son, the cold has come to stay; dream your dreams of springtime sun while winter has its sway. Drift to lands of warmth and grace while tucked in cosy bed; my roots will hold your heart in place, so rest your weary head. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...