I'm Polly.
A half irish brogue wearing disorganised mess.
Tea is the key to this metal heart.
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  1. Just got sent this by Smeleanor, cheered me right up.

    Left the vagabonds
    A trail of stones
    For to find my way home.

    Now, as the air grows cold,
    The trees unfold,
    And I am lost, and not found.

    And who knows, who knows, who knows,
    Who knows? 

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  1. flamingopolly posted this
  1. Timestamp: Friday 2012/02/24 19:15:22
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