Adam's yarn.

I write of mine inner most feelings as ye had ventured in thine ink to me ons before. Our paradise my father's forestland there was I my dad's queen of our Sierra Madre green tree land Oh! Adam a hero lives in thee. Thou it seems not too long yee have stood and looked down one ancient road on our path as far as thine eye could see to where it bent in the undergrowth. There mine soul layed long upon a grieving stump True love soul redeemer youv Earth might pass away but not thine word. Oh hold me near thine heart this Eve knowed thee. and thine beige yarn on finger, I still wear. ~~~~. Mr.And Mrs. Andrews with Karijinbba.

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