SUMMER Chillen at the seen where the bumble bees flee to the flowers in need. Where the pool is cool and the sun is cruel. Where we talk and sing in the sweet breeze.Summer is in the weeds and in the trees and in the feelings of you and me.
It's a bit late for Christmas but I couldn't resist...hehe(This may not be suitable for children or people who believes in Santa Clause.) hehe.
It's a bit late for Christmas but I couldn't resist...hehe(This may not be suitable for children or people who believes in Santa Clause.) hehe.
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