tarabunnyears:
The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity.
tarabunnyears:
Wash, wash, wash, wash your hands. Wash them clean so they don't turn green.
tarabunnyears:
That's the way this wheel keeps working now.
tarabunnyears:
Not so little red wagon.
tarabunnyears:
Take me back to the rockin’ horse, and start all over again.
tarabunnyears:
A dog's fantasy.
tarabunnyears:
Need a sack of flour?
tarabunnyears:
Fill 'er up.
tarabunnyears:
Mail Time
tarabunnyears:
Claim your baggage here.
tarabunnyears:
A lovely bunch of rolls of hay sitting in a row.
tarabunnyears:
The nocturnal butterfly.
tarabunnyears:
My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.
tarabunnyears:
The world is your playground. Why aren't you playing?
tarabunnyears:
O say, can you see.
tarabunnyears:
Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors,
tarabunnyears:
My blood runs black.
tarabunnyears:
My little sad angel, fly straight to me.
tarabunnyears:
Farming days of yore
tarabunnyears:
Pinky
tarabunnyears:
See her fly with a broken wing, she carries her dreams.
tarabunnyears:
Vine-filled window
tarabunnyears:
Who knew pipes welded together could be so much fun.
tarabunnyears:
Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise.
tarabunnyears:
Churn Baby Churn
tarabunnyears:
What's that? A hat. A crazy funky junky hat.
tarabunnyears:
Let's ride through the tulips.
tarabunnyears:
Turn the light on please.
tarabunnyears:
The big bang theory
tarabunnyears:
Barbed wire love
