The gifts we receive,
Organ donors are in town,
Life’s on holiday.
How does it work?
This is a unique take on this challenge. I like it a lot. I'm Bill. ⚡💙⚡
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This is a unique take on this challenge. I like it a lot. I'm Bill. ⚡💙⚡