Nothing
there’s nothing to say…there’s nothing to write…because I AM NOT FEELING WELL…
I got a bad cold and my head aches…can I go home now?
I got a bad cold and my head aches…can I go home now?
...the sweetest and most delicate of all...knows more of paradise than angels can recall. playful as a kid, yet wise as one who has lived long. with love like a rush of life, a bubbling, laughing spring. ...youth fades...leaves of friendship fall. ...a gorgeousmom's secret hope outlives them all.
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