Thursday, December 10, 2020

wint'swords: sheltered!

wint'swords: sheltered!: Sheltered: Through the pines, where soft breezes blow, through the pines, we see traces of snow, through the pines, where birds, build their...

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Dark Shadows!

 When my brother and I were young, We were blessed with a great older brother, And a loving mom and dad; We would get home from school, And ...