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   {.*…././)..(\.\..…*.}    Angels on high
  {.*./././..…..\.\.\..*.}    Blessing you
   {.*.w/.………\w..*.}    This season
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Griffin, thanks 💕

Cuckoo Ty

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          (❛◈❜)            
        ฯ(/░\)ะ             
        ´'`´'`   `•.¸¸.❄️´´¯`•.¸¸.٭❄️.⭐️
..❄️´´¯`•.¸¸.٭❄️
¸❄️⭐️´´¯⭐️.. ⭐️✨
Last night I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh we, chirpy, chirpy, cheep, cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh we, chirpy, chirpy, cheep, cheep
Chirpy, chirpy, cheep, cheep chirp

Giuseppe Cassia / Harold Stott

Xx

Wren Ty x

❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

❤️The Song Of❤️
❤️The Alder Fairy❤️
❤️
By the lake or river-side
Where the Alders dwell,
In the Autumn may be spied
Baby catkins; cones beside—
Old and new as well.
Seasons come and seasons go;
That’s the tale they tell!
❤️
After Autumn, Winter’s cold
Leads us to the Spring;
And, before the leaves unfold,
On the Alder you’ll behold,
Crimson catkins swing!
They are making ready now:
That’s the song I sing!
❤️
❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Cicely M BarkerƸ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

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      /❤️\ (  ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
‎❤️(( | | ))❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️Ʈђaηƙ ყღʊ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️