when buffalo played in the surf
Death slouches mean under clouds
How is it nature calls our heart?
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
What’s the use when we deny, what it is we see?
Together, we will light the world.
Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
We have all the time in the world.
So. How bout dem bears?