Standing on an old discarded garden rake never falls in the arms of his Colleen, in that ever-clumsy gardener scene. Or sawing through a bough, eating corncake
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The arms never fall ratherv these protect us. As we notice he s ever happy. Standing on an old discarded garden he gains many memories. This poem is definitely very brilliantly penned.10
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The arms never fall ratherv these protect us. As we notice he s ever happy. Standing on an old discarded garden he gains many memories. This poem is definitely very brilliantly penned.10