Silverweed’s Poem, illustrated. He smells like barley rained down and left to rot in the fields. He smells like a wounded mole that can’t get underground. - Fiver All I can say is, I’ll keep Silver and he can be just plain Weed. - Bigwig

Silverweed’s Poem, illustrated.

He smells like barley rained down and left to rot in the fields. He smells like a wounded mole that can’t get underground. - Fiver

All I can say is, I’ll keep Silver and he can be just plain Weed. - Bigwig

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