Oh my, my Lydia is not a happy camper this spring. She has missed her Donald for two years in a row. Can you believe that the Donald has went elsewhere. How could he do that when the great Lydia with her beautiful eyes is gazing out on the pastures, awaiting.
Lydia received a new head this spring, complimented with new eyes, lips, and rosy cheeks. Her headdress attire completes her ensemble.
...Donald - there were spaces between Donald and whatever he said, strangers had forced him to live in his head...John Prine
~Donald and Lydia~
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