i There are two not singing Asian koehls dancing to the tune of April drizzle, playing with brown, and a bit smaller mynahs. ii The plane above looked c r a w l i n g , ever so s l o w l y ,… Continue reading in seven stanzas
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i There are two not singing Asian koehls dancing to the tune of April drizzle, playing with brown, and a bit smaller mynahs. ii The plane above looked c r a w l i n g , ever so s l o w l y ,… Continue reading in seven stanzas