The little old red slowly fades away,
Into a soft baby pink that glew in array
From across the way, the dasies would see,
wishing they could be as pretty as thee.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
The little old red slowly fades away,
Into a soft baby pink that glew in array
From across the way, the dasies would see,
wishing they could be as pretty as thee.
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