The Giant
And how would you like it Supposing you were a frog, A emerald scalps with a pale trembling throat if a tremen lous monster, tall tall so his head seemed lost in mist ....... Leaned over and clutched you up in great fist. Just joy, of watching you jump scramble tumble fall, in graceless shivering Dred......l Back in the trample seed's that were grown so tall ..... You would think it was a joy
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Queen Morgana
Thanks............
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STELLA RAYMOND
Bhalo hoyeche......❤❤
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