Ned loved him for that, for remembering her still after all these years."
Ned loved him for that, for remembering her still after all these years."
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many"
— an excerpt from the poem about not having enough documentation to get a REAL ID
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many"
— an excerpt from the poem about not having enough documentation to get a REAL ID
Ned loved him for that, for remembering her still after all these years."
Ned loved him for that, for remembering her still after all these years."