by FLYJAMESGOUDA, South Holland, Netherlands
Aug 2014 544 Views 0 comments
The Forg
Cold has she becomes
my songs are no longer welcome
A frog I have become.
my songs are no longer welcome
A frog I have become.
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Posted: Aug 2014
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