A nothing day full of wild beauty and the timer pings. Roll up the silver off the bay take down the clouds sort the spruce and send to laundry marked, more starch. Goodbye golden- and silver- rod, asters, bayberry crisp in elegance. Little fish stream by, a river in water. Anonymous submission.
Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 26 Sep 2026 9:07 PM | Viewed: 4682 times
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