I maid this on Tinkrad :
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
My Wee Little Cabin
I live in a wee little cabin,
That smells of the finest things,
Of cinnamon, of ginger, nutmeg, and pine,
And sometimes some blueberry muffins of mine.
It’s small; it’s dear; it’s a gingerbread house,
My wee elfin yard is a woodsy hollow,
With trees a-swishing and birds a-singing,
And wee little me just happily living.
By Aurora J Pass
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