This blog is dedicated to the adventures of a gnome called Zep. He is a very well traveled gnome, (as most of the little people are) and has entertained crowds around the world. He was liberated not by the Garden Gnome Liberation Army, as many suppose, but by a couple of Australian tourists who thought Zep would find warmer climates more condusive to a decent suntan. Sadly, his complexion is much the same.
posted by SmootherPrince at 5:58 am
I am a flower quickly fading; Here today and gone tomorrow; A wave tossed in the ocean, Vapor in the wind. Still You hear me when I'm calling, Lord, You catch me when I'm falling, And You've told me who I am. I am Yours, I am Yours
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