October 2008
Poor butterfly 'neath the blossoms waiting Poor butterfly For she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears She murmurs low The moon and i
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Little Bunny Foo Foo, Hopping through the forest Scooping up the field mice And boppin' 'em on the head Down came the good fairy and she said "Little Bunny Foo Foo, I don't want to see you Scooping
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Hon var riktigt farlig när hon lekte med den där. Hon stod på den och skakade så att den rullade fram och tillbaka.
Hon såg så söt och lycklig ut när hon sprang fram mot mig i full fart. Synd bara att kameran inte hann med :P
Vi lekte lite i käket med hennes egna köksgrejer. Det var roligt, fast hon skulle alltid vara så brutal och så och bita på grejerna som vi låtsades vara olika figurer