Hills spotted in scars,
Are mountains all the same
And a sandy ditch
For lovers to pitch
Their thoughts and play their games
Prickly ladies rise above their spikey babies
Glass bulbs lining lanes
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
Hills spotted in scars,
Are mountains all the same
And a sandy ditch
For lovers to pitch
Their thoughts and play their games
Prickly ladies rise above their spikey babies
Glass bulbs lining lanes
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