I’ll buy you six Bay mares to put in your stable, six golden apples bought with my pay, I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune, but I must be going by the seventh day.
The red summer sun sets in ‘mystical places’, black is the night of summer’s day’s end … We’ll find a speck of truth in each riddle, hold the first grains of love in our hands
COME ON!, I’M THE WHISTLER, I have a fife and I’ve come to play.
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Poet...Prophet....Teacher.... one foot in this world the other one in the next...Frankie The Earthman.
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