Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
I flew to Mississauga today and almost forgot to write a poem. Here's a rictameter about the flight.
Airplane Soaring so high Above the clouds you fly Defying weight and gravity You leave the earth behind And there you find Airplane
This is awesome, right out of your life. Good rhymes. You should take the middle line and turn it into a country song.
This is awesome, right out of your life. Good rhymes. You should take the middle line and turn it into a country song.
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