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Tired
Number 3: Idea
Number 2: Idea
Spring morning
People
Father, Mother, Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, All siblings I know, Numerous as sand, One as earth, Troubled trouble still walk, Along as one, Together as none
Love
My joy my love, My plant of paradise grows afresh,Emboldened by the crusp of potential, My love will live,My love will end, never die New, fresh tipped love,The novelness adored,To embrace once more to embrace again, My fancy yet moreEvergreen amore,The joy in rote, To appreciate adorate adore, Recurance in the zest of youth, embrase,Continue reading “Love”