Perched, At Her Sherwood Mall
Keep hitting the reset listening unto The Pretenders, learning to crawl...
Her beautiful Christie Hyde and two thousand miles it must be, Christmas
Time for love's children our heart's were singing; as this snow was falling down ?
Joyful their colours these leaves a crown cast of autumn's bossom; his solitary sea gull.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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