sicOption - Carlos stops a lane way, Atop the mount on greenish gravely day, And strikes a curb, no game to cruelly play, Braking aloud the torn mother’s babe. Spirits wait and watch the highway flay, Giving pause to guide the soul away; In lost twilight of g
Carlos stops a lane way, Atop the mount on greenish gravely day, And strikes a curb, no game to cruelly play, Braking aloud the torn mother’s babe. Spirits wait and watch the highway flay, Giving pause to guide the soul away; In lost twilight of g