Dear Daal: The Musical
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 10:03 pm
Dear Daal, please excuse my writing. I can't stop my hand from shaking. I'm bored and drunk, tonight.
I miss you and my ale's warm, it's so true, and the thought of it makes me blue,
It tastes bad. It's gone. I cried.
I miss you and my ale's warm, it's so true, and the thought of it makes me blue,
It tastes bad. It's gone. I cried.