Writing

A bad headcold

I've seen it before and now I'm seeing it again... I need to vent

This poem was inspired by a guy sitting in a car passing me by. The little things in life count. -Brie-anne

Three trees all bear Poison fruit. The raccoons screech, The owls hoot. Rain rain Go away, Why can't I Get a say? Build a house The..

You can try to hide it, but you can't

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