hello hello , i once lived in barbarono vicinito , the berci mts in view of the euginian hills , 52 via dellica republica
https://keytopoetry.com/percy-bysshe-shelley/poems/lines-written-among-the-euganean-hills/
Many a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of Misery,
Or the mariner, worn and wan,
Never thus could voyage on -
Day and night, and night and day,
Drifting on his dreary way,
With the solid darkness black
Closing round his vessel's track:
Whilst above the sunless sky,
Big with clouds, hangs heavily,
And behind the tempest fleet
Hurries on with lightning feet,
mark this down as too much information
you must excuse me , or maybe not
i was told i needed something to interest me to stay alive , i chose the hatching of birds ,
i love my little golden pheasant , something to get up for ,, hey little bird
and now 60 quail eggs inbound late fall
quite the shame none of my peafowl made it
i really wanted peafowl loose .. scream like a woman in the woods
scream in the woods woman
a bunch of bobwhite be good if they make it
my sweetheart could whistle like a bobwhite
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