Father don't fail and mother, why must you call....when the front has passed and the Summer swings to Fall....should we be there yet or wait a while still...illusion and allusion to the ferrous will chills? Stop me silly someday....but for now just point the way down the block....down the dock....down the braided boardwalk....we'll peer off with peers and command our smiles smite the shimmering isle that hasn't had friendly fun in a while....it lies dishonestly and mocks the moon......but we move on in our own ways....high time we start....high time we count and call.....our son.
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