Ago, the blessed territory is well-nigh mislaid, but the land sight in 'Quiet Utterances!'
Here likely I'm, for it permits without let or hindrance on my own,
Confide both in sackcloth and ashes yearned:
So I plot back and forth to stuck midway. While It's will not certainly;
No lives persist, but her bases touch not down the ground nearly
She faked a change of tune
By nearly and charade and graces alone.
Her attired eyes left the morrow grotesque.
But he's demonstrated an astral, His adroit a twinkling genii!
Sun showed the power of stars celebrating the rest to a real looked
One's to be bound by the charming voice knowing where from the long reverse Home, made to its perfection unlike the other.
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Author:
My Boy Ryngkhlem (
Offline) - Published: December 23rd, 2022 00:23
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Comments2
wonderfully creative in wording, thanks for sharing
Thanks a lot, and you as well for the review ...dear Mek.
Hey, I'm with Mr. Mek .. who sure knows a thing or two ... Neville
Without a doubt, hidden is all over...
Wisdom is all for ... Dear Nev.
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