16 Piercing, painful sound, Annoying to all whistlers. An eternity Lonely, sad and desperate Waiting for Copeland. She's gonna kill me today If I'm tooting. I must be obsessed. F whistle trills the tune.
Spring dances a jig.
28 Swallows dance and sing. Could I play so well. Her cry echoes mine. She sings my joy. I just like the sound.