”... there is no con troll…”
and those who know,
ARE the Spice.
Hobbit, be nice, they said
Trees return to the desert bed
”.... time is moving….”
Stow the bell and pass the soothing….
Girl got eyes alive with tunes and
Brandywine in the mind, Valentine.
Summer sets glow in colored winds
A bell rang, troll… are you my friend?
”.... her ring my Lord, IS the Pearl…”
How can this be? That the HE, is a girl?
Sign the Vermeer on the wall in here…
Curtains fall in silent halls and her pen…
STrikes to take the pebble from his hand.
Holabytla… it’s Me. Again.
”... get the Yoke?....” lol!
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