I’m in London and it’s Saturday already blimey. The days pass quickly. The weeks and months too. Tomorrow is March. The year is waxing fast. As is the moon. I’m feeling good and that’s good.
I’m in London and it’s Saturday already blimey. The days pass quickly. The weeks and months too. Tomorrow is March. The year is waxing fast. As is the moon. I’m feeling good and that’s good.