to brayk the pigeon's tows and hie into the holt.... a summer's dream'd becum'd a scream and wynter's blud run'd colt...
will you not just say it out and let the blooming flower if it's cut fall where it may...iip your in my top three for deviousness... :)
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9/22/2024 9:17:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
will you not just say it out and let the blooming flower if it's cut fall where it may...iip your in my top three for deviousness... :)