Roar your barrel roar,
Trice a call of old,
Roar your names afore,
Hearken their hearts are cold,
Tread softly on thunderous paws,
Savour your journey looking ahead,
Sights to see wonders to awe,
Pay homage before you seek to bed.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Self Directed Manual WB
The photograph of my starter at dinner the other night exploded with colours that the photograph is more delicious than the actual starter plate.
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