Comfort there is none by Francis Gerd

Went looking for promise went looking for gold took umbrage at truth-tell the day he was told and could not acknowledge what everyone knew that water is wet, sir as wet as the dew.   Spent years in the mountains then years by the sea had five weasel children two more in the lee and...

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