Snow is pouring, the wood stove is whirring, The Boy is purring, & coffee’s pouring, as I gaze out this winter morn.
Blasting Mogwai.
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Snow is pouring, the wood stove is whirring, The Boy is purring, & coffee’s pouring, as I gaze out this winter morn.
Blasting Mogwai.
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