Hang on, stitching together your page...
I need to speak before I’m interrupted
before my heartstrings slip and lose their tune.
I need to speak before I’m interrupted,
before my heartstrings slip and lose their tune.
But speaking may make harmony disrupted,
my voice a squeak and not bassoon’s low croon.
But speaking may make harmony disrupted,
my voice a squeak and not bassoon’s low croon.
Um, Aeronwy, I really need to say—
Oh, no, now this?!
“Um, Aeronwy, I really need to say—”
“Oh, no, now this?!”
Well, this cannot be borne.
Well, this cannot be borne.
There’s nothing here! You see this empty tray?
There’s nothing here! You see this empty tray?
But why do you want hair of unicorn?
But why do you want hair of unicorn?
