Dec 25. 2025
In the forest of threads, I do rest, A shield 'gainst the chill at your chest. Though sleeveless I be, I'm snug company, For woodland walks, I'm surely best.
Dec 25. 2025
In the forest of threads, I do rest, A shield 'gainst the chill at your chest. Though sleeveless I be, I'm snug company, For woodland walks, I'm surely best.