Pandora's Box (Remove filter)
Pandora (late again)
Puff, pant, puff pant
Oh dear, I'm late for the competition.
Why am I always (puff) late? (pant)
I must hurry, they might (gasp) let me in (pant)
Nearly there. Come on Pandy you can do it.
Aaaaargh.
Oh dear, now look what I've done,
spilled everything.
And grazed my elbow.
Has anyone got a plaster?
Wednesday 2nd June 2010 6:50 am
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