Aug 172011
She tiptoed to try the echo And made the chasm squeak. I called down my monotone, Parked with my pack upon the peak. Call on call the afternoon Condensed to a tuneful word, Until valley voices volleying Us was all we heard.
She tiptoed to try the echo And made the chasm squeak. I called down my monotone, Parked with my pack upon the peak. Call on call the afternoon Condensed to a tuneful word, Until valley voices volleying Us was all we heard.
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