She waves to me: mummy look
She plays in the grass, the earth is turning
She shouts throughout summer and rains
from white sand to black sand
She is a little pig, gruntgrunt
and one more time, one more time
One two see sour sive
singers she has, and ***** seet
that climb everything: mummy look
Her hands want to take everything
feeling the whole grown-up life
herself, caution, it is hot
She drags my bag with her like a lady
She likes sweet gruel and bread
without crust, cheeks with peanut butter
She cheers for the gnomes: mummy look
who always come to help her
at night when she sleeps
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC
She waves to me: mummy look
She plays in the grass, the earth is turning
She shouts throughout summer and rains
from white sand to black sand
She is a little pig, gruntgrunt
and one more time, one more time
One two see sour sive
singers she has, and ***** seet
that climb everything: mummy look
Her hands want to take everything
feeling the whole grown-up life
herself, caution, it is hot
She drags my bag with her like a lady
She likes sweet gruel and bread
without crust, cheeks with peanut butter
She cheers for the gnomes: mummy look
who always come to help her
at night when she sleeps
Collection "Ifless"
