The war rages, the rats race, the grass yellows and dies... and yet the whinchat sings on, battling the seasons in Caravan City.
Monday, February 08, 2016
Ducks
If it looks like a duck, And quacks like a duck, And cooks like a duck, And tastes like a duck, But if you asked for turkey or chicken, and not duck - What is the point of it all?
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