The epitome of "abandoned." This is from Woodgrange Cemetery, London.
About Me
- FortunaLee
- Come fill the cup, let's drink about This nicht, we'll merry be; For friends and for harmony Likewise my comrades three; To meet yence mair some other nicht My secret joy reveal; For I now maun stray so far away Til fortune turns the wheel ~~~~~~~~~~ Fortunalee is a would-be satirist, who aspires to be as good Jonathan Swift or Oscar Wilde. Failing that, she'd like to be employed full time writing for The Onion.