Of all the things my momma used to cook, I liked chicken. You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?. Well, I expect to find it when I get home or else.
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea. Rain support roots that implants the tree. There's a breeze in the park, kites fly high. Under the branches, convertibles fly by the sky.
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea. Rain support roots that implants the tree. There's a breeze in the park, kites fly high. Under the branches, convertibles fly by the sky.