His house is in the village, though.
He will not mind me stopping here,
to watch his woods fill up with snow...
Recited the wolf, thinking of Bob Frost and the irony of a man named so, writing bout snow. Then she came along.
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2 comments:
que lindo, jardin botanico?
puede ser. o algún bosque en tu cabeza. ;)
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