Something favoring the foreleg

I
Laughter.

II
Peace

III
Margarine is what gold tries to make

IV
Poetry gave my chances for its own leanings.

V
Edifying inclusion of etches.






This solo rendering of love as a man's trust is now pondering a rite which is known as nostalgic holidays.

Abolish the dream?  Be the hope.

Queer days and nights render themselves like a man giving this actress a oratory of love.

I extend myself toward a low cost moment.

Here I see no one with effort of hope.  It is a dead end.

No one believes in race:  life is worth possibility.