Ewer ice blew as disguise of springs,
***** mined reams at knight.
Ache hiss Swede as ta sum worse do
Tacit mined hay a rite.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Ewer ice blew as disguise of springs,
***** mined reams at knight.
Ache hiss Swede as ta sum worse do
Tacit mined hay a rite.
Day 14, NaPoWriMo. Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to conceive. A poem. In English.
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