Clement Clarke Moore Quotes
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
I never set out to write a certain kind of song, I just play my guitar and see if I catch something.
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