Continue

To continue here, click on this link.

 

I sit here a singin', all perched in my tree, the words are not there, but the lyrics are free, a sweet morning song, to the pleasure of all, a cool and bright morning, New England in fall. The leaves are all parting, the days they grow short, the colors of Autumn; before Winter's retort, the splendor is there, for all to come see, won't you visit New England, and spend Autumn with me?
         
         
         
            
You are a kissy a wootle,a housend!Go Kimmys!

[Page URL]

Search this site or the web powered by FreeFind

Site search Web search
This free script provided by JavaScript Kit

Enter Key: (up to five characters and remember it, because it will be needed for decryption):

Enter/show Text:

Enter/show Encrypted text:  


  

Dynamic Drive
home.carolina.rr.com/adakim/



level 0 -- the Computer is totally dumb.
level 1 -- Computer is smarter (original version).
level 2 -- You MAY win (only when you start).
level 3 -- Computer NEVER lose.
onLoad="totdinit()"
Enter username:
Enter password: