Tuesday, July 2, 2019
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Driver's Licence
Driver’s Licence I’ll drive you to the Moomin Valley, let’s celebrate. Got a red car from my grand uncle, l’ll drive sin...
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Flower Before I spoke his name he was simply one set of gestures, nothing more. Then I spoke his name, he came to me and became a flower. Ju...
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not a poem I write to you because of your blonde, long hair. I write to you because we never talked. But I don't write to p...
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*** Sometimes the world is so small that the end of it all is a trifle: don't worry, it will heal in no time. --- W.H. suggested...
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