Ima Cat Active Member Apr 6, 2017 153 16 33 Apr 13, 2017 #1 Once again we'll make our ways to the cemetery, just outside town, the uniformed marching band led by proud marjinettes. To the smell of mown grass and late spring blossoms. We march. Belonging there.
Once again we'll make our ways to the cemetery, just outside town, the uniformed marching band led by proud marjinettes. To the smell of mown grass and late spring blossoms. We march. Belonging there.