My Tree House
I gaze up at my stakeout house. Birds creep in and do some drops of wet sticky droppings. I climb up my steady timber ladder, which has my plants on my pale white balcony. With binoculars of pure gold, I
I gaze up at my stakeout house. Birds creep in and do some drops of wet sticky droppings. I climb up my steady timber ladder, which has my plants on my pale white balcony. With binoculars of pure gold, I
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