The Goblin. There was a goblin who lived in a barrow, he came out at night the colour of a marrow, looking for food & on the local farmer he played tricks just for kicks, he laughed & danced but up at the sky he glanced, near sunrise, time to go back home before he''s caught & dies. written by Andrew Williams. on the 27/12/17/.
Something is not right. This message is just to keep things from messing up down the road