I believe that there is life after beath
Our bodies decay
But our souks live on
What lies beyond the grave
A mystery it is
Fall
Fall colors in the trees Crispness in the air Jump into leaf piles Go on hayrides Corn mazes Pumpkin patch Bonfires Ghost stories From su...
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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