I normally do not have alergies, but I guess this spring is different.


The Old ForsakenThe wind was a gale that stroked the pines, The moon was a ghostly shadow that was lost in the darkness, The dusky road lies in shambles- Forever lost in time.The Old Forsaken
Dawn breaks over the horizone, With a frosty chill that has risen, Creeping out over the hills it parched the sod in a torrent.
Clip clop, a ghostly sound lurked, A horse's hooves clapped, Down the old road- Down the old road that lies in shambles- Clip clop, clip clop, the horse continued on.
Black as dark murky seas, and with a white stripe slashed across his face- Down and straight lik
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Rebecca
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We are the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible, for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
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