:: one wild night :: the seconds pour out as a challenger, this the afterhour of tuesday, pursues, as thoughts clamber to assume priority, position. at the somber moses hours of the day, the deep, delving sojourner. I must bend my head to one side - cocked; and admit, 'it's tough.' The deep delving journey spits ahead of itself, walks into its
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It is lovely to have you walk amongst us again for how long we don't know.. and I have missed these words so. :)
LOL didnt mean to make it rhyme.
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