10.03.2025
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Ireland quite grand with gold to hold in green we seen beer flows all knows take in head spin drunken shrunken the mood some food happy chatty and dance in trance no dull a lull in spell as well next day must pray the soul black hole
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