Children at Volcanos
Not sure whose children these are, but the important thing is that they’re not mine.
Not sure whose children these are, but the important thing is that they’re not mine.
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, sure it’s only 76 degrees down there.
This is a porthole from which protectors of the castle would throw stones at invaders. Tempting, oh by God, it was tempting…but I resisted.