I gazed beyond the prankster’s veil,Where headlines twist and truths grow pale—On April’s breeze, wild tales take flight,Not all are real by morning light. Gently nudges a purple velvet cushion…
I gazed beyond the prankster’s veil,Where headlines twist and truths grow pale—On April’s breeze, wild tales take flight,Not all are real by morning light. Gently nudges a purple velvet cushion…