The January bite is in the air,
The house is lonely
The lonely fields occupied by cows,
The sheep go around without a care
We wait in hope now
For himself to come home
The woman lone
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About Me
- Lionesskeeper
- I'm 36 year old.I like to listen to music and watch DVDs and if I could, I would do those very things right now,at the same time(as soon as I invent a duplicating machine)
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