Primrose blinked, listening to the swelling voices around her. She thought and thought, and finally, something came to her...
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather!
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water,
Old Tom Bombadil, and the River-daughter!
OOC: 'Scuse me a sec, got to leave the computer!
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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