Peazyhead
Practice Mo' offten
Side Blown Flute
Bassoon place
50005 sing-it
sing-it
Dearest Prosocailist
Providence has favored our undertakings
yet night has hindered our labor
where then are we defined indifferance
in chore. Might morning state it's claim
as our wedding. Fromally I pledge my love
to thee, that these days shall bring us closer.
Make the night those for lovers.
Which he thought was right.
I have only meet him once but I love you.
With love:
Your Love
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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