A herculean cocoon
blissful yet stoned
phlegmatically graceful
never corrupt, never deadly
as our duplicated race conglomerate
i wonder what will be the breeds fate
no matter what,
my awe for the ridley never deteriorates...
18.20
08 September 2011
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I join you in your prayers & good will.