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Mary Anne PA
Being a caveman i sit around an open fire every night.Wintery crisp nights are the best.Mesmerised by the miriad of different flame's licking into the sky.Sore smoked eyes, smokey smell on the loin cloth.Looking high into the sky shooting stars "make a wish".
When did you folk last do that???????
Back to basic's,back to nature absorb the cold, cold night.
Contemplate breathe the smokey fresh air, perhap's a rum or whiskey to go. Dream about time's long since gone and time's still to come.
When did you folk last do that???????
Back to basic's,back to nature absorb the cold, cold night.
Contemplate breathe the smokey fresh air, perhap's a rum or whiskey to go. Dream about time's long since gone and time's still to come.