We walked across meadows
We traveled through fields
Flowers always bloomed
Now my dear,
Meadows are bleak
Fields are barren
Flowers no longer bloom
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 10th, 2025 21:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments1
Good write JM. Did you see any guinea pigs in those fields?! lol.
The guinea pigs were frolicking; my lady was complaining about the mess they were making!
Lol.
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