Sunday, July 22, 2012

Everything is Right

Dear god in triple metre, the red flowers course faded till my father. The sweet and giving river rose over the beaver dam thing. And after god please, the same thing makes a mother. Any cry creates a topic, sent to mean more than ever. These flowers are the half of all god good if ever good god goes. A tree as big as extra held the apparent of trees. That’s the first relax when a stream poses wet.

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