O Natal Star Oct29 O natal star, in scent of pine, you point to heaven, where you shine potential beams of next year’s limbs, in snowy solemn winter hymns. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Singing the Blues Aug29 spindly pincushion deep emotional distress pine singing the blues Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...