precious cargo color_green and make oxygen

and make oxygen

drifting towards the shining sun

but we can light a candle to relive a keepsake of our love gone by

" he bursts into the kitchen

precious cargo color_green and make oxygena cold wind whipped between the dunes, breathing life into swarms of tiny sand crystals that bit like angry mites. the wise men were grateful for their beards. they had trekked many nights; fatigue weighed on their feet and on their spirits. are we there yet? one complained, this is sooo boring. my feet hurt, said the second wise man, this baby king better like my gift. oh sure, no better gift for an infant boy than exotic perfume. really? you make