I saw it in a shimmer of teal and gold,A fleet-foot ghost where mountain winds blow cold.Waddle now runs where mile-high spirits play—Destiny whispered: “Denver wins this day.” The cards…
I saw it in a shimmer of teal and gold,A fleet-foot ghost where mountain winds blow cold.Waddle now runs where mile-high spirits play—Destiny whispered: “Denver wins this day.” The cards…