This is Keeli. She taught me to believe again.
And I bet you a gnome that Keeli just screamed “Lynnie Bratty Pants!”.
Keeli has insisted that her pictures should be accompanied with an inspirational epic, doting extensively on her classically tireless qualities. Please. This is my blog … she’s getting a haiku. And a bad one at that.
o keeli muffin
you lick flower bouquets
and that is weird
