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sharing some Christmas spirts of fun times!
Winters day: ( poem ) Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To…
Hey! I'm on level 1002!
I am here to say hello, I'm Summer! I am on level 1002! Merry Christmas wonderful people; 🤗