the weother has been nasty for two days suddenly got better no snow no Rain no bitter fingers freezing off the Fan on the laptop did not mournfully try to spin it seems the Farmer in the dell will ride the mouse again high ho the derry oh there is one magic word iff there is still one magic word it must be Jesus. Secrets given will be kept. eye clutch the fingers to my chest under mhy shirt much like Bonaparte to warm them upp to get more words onto this Page for minions of mhy Lord to see themselves the ugly then the blest the mousers of my heart will rest when Reading me they chafe they everone of them agree he must be writing this one about me. Le Gato you must knoe who you are. MOn Cherie you must be there by now. Sister Gracie this ones for you. My Darling lover do you see yourself you do. Mhy heart is twisting into the wings of the dragonfly the petals of the violet the hummingbird proboscis's is mhy nose. The blessing of the GOD of Israel is upon mhy house. He sees the bed when eye do not he sees mhy heart of love. Mention me to him when you tell him of your many loves. The whispered secret magic word of Charity the dove wings to thrones above. But most of all just keep me in your heart of love. This message became this one of hope. One single eye replaced both the ones eye bought. Blogger here eye come.
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