SpeakA Poem by Kristin
I wish my words
Came out as a prosperous spring, Instead of the cold withered winter They are. But here is no way to learn happy.
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SpeakA Poem by Kristin
I wish my words
Came out as a prosperous spring, Instead of the cold withered winter They are. But here is no way to learn happy.
© 2013 KristinReviews
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