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Till I Die. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
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Snaking in, children rosy red cheeked, white and red hooped shirted, huddled together in anticipation. Clouds race above, some swift, below more meander sedately. ball kicked to commence the game. Onions salivating aroma, moving among the crowd like invisible mist, filling nostrils. Golden copper edged clouds erupt at altitude, frosted hands clap good play. Crowd cheer as one from the awaited goal scores. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. (William Shakespeare.) |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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Nice homely one Dave |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
where do you get the inspiration? you are growing |
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