GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 262

At dawn, crows, black princed, covey of parrots with green livery Pride with the parentage, their wings a see saw fritter ever, until a thud of wind sweep and dogs bark gathering all shiver my kith and kin of neighborhood silenced into shrunken chamber. I wait for Spring’s advent to reshape my defunct call can I see again my broad spectrum? Under which many umbrellas figure in. 262