The woman with the black boots three inches from her knee exclaimed
“Ooh, pardon me as I ferry my father’s golden chariot’s minime shaving off life so Death can have her way.” To the winged creatures all about her.
Oddly squared patterns she paved her way.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
The year was 2025, rebellion was in the air everywhere, flocks caught on screens for all to be seen, but left, right, and center no truths were being told.
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