love to

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun for I've some ground to till for a new patch of lawn where once the Chickens roamed free. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous backbreaking laying of the turf, but upon completion, then may I surf.

Fin

Posted By: Tombs on July 26th 2017 at 10:41:08


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