Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather. Heigh-ya! sighed he gaily leaning out to see up and down the street where a heavy sunlight lay beyond some blue shadows. Into the room he drew his head again and laughed to himself quietly twirling his green moustaches. Submitted by Bob
Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 22 Sep 2026 11:18 PM | Viewed: 8199 times
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