Where In The World?

by Polly Gon

Once a friendly oxymoron camped by the end of a rainbow under the shade of gathering storm clouds.
While he watched and waited till his Billy boiled he played his fiddle he thought about tomorrow . And he cried who'll come singin' hinny with me?
Once a friendly oxymoron camped by the end of a rainbow under the shade of gathering storm clouds.
While he watched and waited till his Billy boiled he played his fiddle he thought about tomorrow . And he cried who'll come singin' hinny with me?
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