The old mother brings bread to the drake mallards
To escape the cars and people and city bass.
She savours the silence and the fresh park air
And walks with a reptilian pace.
The old mother brings bread to the drake mallards
To escape the cars and people and city bass.
She savours the silence and the fresh park air
And walks with a reptilian pace.
Lovely, so few words took me there~
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