Late Fall Brew
Riddle of the Feathered Fate
–I strut in sunshine, proud and round,a crown of bronze upon the ground.But come the day of thanks and feast,the host remembers…
Late Fall Brew
–I strut in sunshine, proud and round,a crown of bronze upon the ground.But come the day of thanks and feast,the host remembers…
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