Whenever the snow starts to melt and blow away a little, he ends up with a pomp.
Always reminds a little of Elvis.....in his later years of course.
Always reminds a little of Elvis.....in his later years of course.
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Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
--John Milton
