Winterscore ©
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Always speaking but the
Always speaking but the
Words are never conversed
Is the world ending and
All our futures cursed
Summer peaches are ripe
So why can't we all sit
Because I see the bounty
And all you see is pit
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