Flock #50: my dear February 27, 2019 / Frank Prem my eyes are not what once they were oh that I could see you still oh that I could follow oh my dear the sky ~ Share this:PrintTweetEmailMoreWhatsAppShare on TumblrRedditTelegramPocketLike Loading...
Lovely in its wanting.
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Thank you, Walt.
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My pleasure Frank.
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An interesting ending, Frank.
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Thank you Robbie. Glad you enjoyed.
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Such sad yearning in so few words.
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Is how I feel at times, these days.
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