I keep waiting for truffles totumble out; perfect decadence from a pento graze your mindand instead: doubt
So they’ve voted for our safety to go to warAnd the dead are walking the land once moreAnd the dead are standing again at the door…
I count the species in the orchard hedgeMaple, Blackthorn, Hawthorn and Hazel thriveBlackberry and Honeysuckle intertwineElder pruned…
“Who would have thought!?” [a virus could spread?]“… we would even be having the subject?” the President said…