Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell
Dream On
I fill my days with dreams of you.
And the good times had whatever we do,
tonight a quiet dinner enjoying the sunset.
Then goodnight kisses when dreams are met.
Valuable information. Fortunate me I found your web site accidentally, and I’m surprised
why this coincidence didn’t took place in advance!
I bookmarked it.
Valuable information. Fortunate me I found your web site accidentally, and I’m surprised
why this coincidence didn’t took place in advance!
I bookmarked it.
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