Her Mother's Pride As Joy
Watching while she triumphantly circled their track; Baby girl....
Screen Goddess her chestnut filly; Victory, be they roses ? Winter's
Thrice of dreaming passed by but now, cinnamon apples in, Love's stocking.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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