Got all sunny up here for minute. And pow pow:
It was like counting up the inches and forget the pines, and give these penulties,
Let us gather the ways, and count the ways it piles up, like whoa whoa whoa, just woke up of this trout stream, and I’m wondering just were you entered. What for do you think about these inches? Wherefore did they come? Here it falls like Thanks, like thank you, thank you word. Imagine the bugger wordl
Hug you, friends of the poems. happy saturday.