Literature
Words Part Thirteen
Spring is sprung. The grass is gris, I wonder where the birdies is, The bird is on the wing, but that’s absurd. The wing is on the bird! Anon Beginning to feel like the season [more...]
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Spring is sprung. The grass is gris, I wonder where the birdies is, The bird is on the wing, but that’s absurd. The wing is on the bird! Anon Beginning to feel like the season [more...] -
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Monday Good morning, my friends. It was a bit misty when I ventured out this morning, not cold or wet, but not very nice. Still, it wasn’t raining, and it was a bowl of Felix [more...] -
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