Looney
By Darmok
Nightingale sings a sweet melody, perched... in love with the moon. When she takes her leave of thee, ~our~tears~will~fall~, echoes the silly loon.Sweet honey, syrup and jam...ginger bread sticks and Molassis yams. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 06:27 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 1
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"Nightingale sings a sweet melody, ..."