getting the bucks out
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Once-ler
My mysterious Once-ler.
I found her where the grickle-grass grows at the far end of town.
Perhaps if you put 15 cents and a nail, and the shell of a great-great-great grandfather snail in her tin pail she will tell you a story.
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