18 for 1+8=9
mum was shutting the gate..man suddenly appeared, delivering loveliness!, silly grin on his face, " from your fisherman" . awww mummy, he meant my fisherman.
thank you the heartache. the red roses intense with ardor, the pink roses so dainty yet so coy, the champagne roses alluringly nubile.
the songbird, she sings for us. love much!
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