Jun 2015
The Wind blows the
trees. Cotton lies in
the grass. It is snowing
in Spring, I walk through
and want to sleep on.
trees. Cotton lies in
the grass. It is snowing
in Spring, I walk through
and want to sleep on.
This happened due to Practicing for the Class I'm taking. It was totally unexpected. Hope you like this.
(Wisconson)
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