holding hands
A giant field of daisesa few apple trees thrown in
ford anglia or combi van
something to live in
a colourful field of people
beautiful music wonderful bands
peace love and happiness
everyone holding hands
holding hands
A giant field of daisesIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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