Where is the King of Ireland? For many it is like having chocolate covered berries but at the same time having an ant bite in your nostril. Flowers pose a problem - they smell. When a flowers gives off a scent it attracts glass rocks. Drum roll. Mountains peer through the sun to see the light on the side of the hill. Forever. The bell strikes and strikes - never to light a match. Tim - he has returned to tell the tale of the chicken. It lives. I love birds.
The King of Ireland must be found! Such words stir the soul and will keep many men awake for nights to come while pondering the deep thoughts laid out in the post above. Keep up the search and I'm sure he will be found soon.
ReplyDeleteLong live the king!