You will be be redirected to the blog in a moment...

Or you can click the link below to proceed:
Perculiar Extremeila [Poetry]

Her name was Extremeila, she was quite perculiar Her eyes wide opened, examining the world She was spoilt but not broken. She met a boy, it didn’t matter his name She examined his every move and being Completely befuddled. The boy loved her, oh he did But Extremeila, being quite perculiar, Was too easy to ...No related posts.Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.

 

Want to be redirected immediately?
Register yourself at Ping.sg to get rid of this page and also to get your read counted as Pong.