Drink, my beauties!
Soak it all in!
For when it is gone
It won’t come again
At least not that soon
So drink your fill
Drink every drop
Let none of it spill
I’ll let your fruit ripen
Right on the vine
Your bounty will flourish
And all of it, mine.
Parcheesi
I know why they call it ‘Soul’ now Because I found mine within. The fact that the release will kill you, Keeps those who might get there, Fr...
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