Containing Multitudes Since 2004
Hi there, by the way, now the its endsummertime in the wood harvest is coming,summer is gone.all the little animals on the ground,in the air and the last flowers want to celebrat a summer god bye party.in the nightfall the bees purring a nice melody,zikaden,butterflys,bugs,birds and spiders tunes theyre instroments.in short, all they theywant to be a part of the big conzert.the floats mad a sweet airballet,the fly agaric is a little blue.the delpfiminus is kissing the death cap secretly behind the trees( ),wat a sound!,wat a night. now its very dark and a big blck cloud float slow and dangerus over the heaven.the glamour is over.a big silence.than hollo creaking,the moon with crossy visage and grimmy face came over from the orient to the quiet wood.The little boy say to his mammy," dont wrap me in the moolightshado"." sleep my little darling" say the mother
I was thinking about starting a Pre-Code series, glad someone beat me to it!
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