Just a random chick jotting down some thoughts and other disasters.
My memories are full Of love Laughing and playing or yelling Despite and because of this We love one another I remember
By Irene Proudman6 years ago in Poets
Hello there Do you care How others fare If so, you’re rare People often glare If you have a dramatic flare They growl like a bear
If winds were to speak What might they say? Give us sage advice? Count hours in a day? Would they be playful, Smart, funny, kind?