Snarling quill

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Sunday, April 27, 2014

“Can’t let go….” said the Stork

Flew a thousand miles baby,
with you from blue yonder.
Now we are at your door step,
and my mind begins to ponder.
About to let you go,
but my mind says hark!
Hold him close and enjoy the spark,
of that angelic smile you old stork. 


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