Digging the fossil
foot. Satisfied less
I want my old coin.
The early call was
for preacher, who will not
get up by funeral.
Books are ugly.
Will write magnolia.
The yellow waxy monk.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2016 23:06
- Category: Nature
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