No shade you offer
No protection you provide
How leaving leaves you
How does it work?
Thank you for your kind comment! So glad you liked it! All the best!
That last line really hits, George. Well done!
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Thank you for your kind comment! So glad you liked it! All the best!
That last line really hits, George. Well done!