When Bluebird Sing... He were morally ifen nor legally tied to one like ter “try” sex once in a full moon, order on Sunday morn in Spring when fust time hear de blue bird sing. It were a hard row but sure bong chime de church bells show regular marking passing time; unGodly slow de seasons change... Sign in to see full entry.
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