How I miss thee, Gabriella.
and the statues, to see. Flowers wild,
Oh, Europe, your my mystery. Keep the gypsies.
I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D
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