Ten thin men sat on a long silver pin In a hat on a fat lady's head, A mockingbird swooped down and plucked the pin out And it's feared that all ten may be dead.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.
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