Wheatgerms World
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011
The rain is pounding the pavement. In what seems to be any other day, the end of summer is finnally here. This opens the door to an everlasting winter erasing the green pastures from our minds turning them to ice.
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Belle
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Wonderful poem!
11:08 AM
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Wonderful poem!
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