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Summer days an August baton pass, mournful blue sky pageant, grey clouds shed tears.
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Average: 5 (1 vote)
Sun, 2020-08-30 21:36
#1
Regina Regina
M, your writing is to me is, like going into a candy store, and wanting some of every kind of candy. Can't wait to sample each one. :-)
Mon, 2020-08-31 13:48
#2
You are so very kind.
Well, Regina, I'm glad to be the vendor.

M