pawswithlace's Letters
Est. May 11, 2004
You’re a beach baby girl,
Who is somehow forever porcelain.
Seashells were your favorite,
Always researching about their origin.
You reside on your throne;
Stuffed animals as your subjects.
In your motorized carriage,
Listening to all the best 2000s club hits.
You’re a natural teacher’s pet,
With platinum blonde fur.
Carrying your Justi…read more