Sweet the wind blew
New mown grass Crisp cool air slides across my nose, revitalizes me down to my toes why can’t it grow hair so my head won’t be bald as a baby’s ass? Sign in to see full entry.
Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: Sweet the wind blew
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