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Oct 10. 2025
I wander slowly, but never leave home, through gardens and meadows I quietly roam. Take my head once, and I’ll hang things for you, take it once more and you’ll feel unwell, too.
Oct 10. 2025
I wander slowly, but never leave home, through gardens and meadows I quietly roam. Take my head once, and I’ll hang things for you, take it once more and you’ll feel unwell, too.