Of the big lake, they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
🙏 Remembering the 29 🙏
Of the big lake, they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
🙏 Remembering the 29 🙏
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..mayonnaise. 😎
..mayonnaise. 😎