Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Thirty-five:

35

Jingle smells, mingle smells

Goat cheese on my plate

Chasing sticks, through the field

Laughing all the HA HA HA

Bells on blond tails ring

Making spirits sprightly 

What fun it is to play along

an intransitive verb to-

night time is the right time for 

away in a mangering no food 

for my thoughts, the little lord 

fauntleroy down played his sweet

head south young man 

head south!


Markle~

16December2020

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