I don't know why I put in exclamation points, its not like I like Mondays.
grrr
um
like
nothing to really write today, so I guess I will just fluff . . .
BAD POETRY BY C
the rose blooms
red
dozens of them
bloom
filling the air with
scent
filling the eyes with
beauty
waking in the arms of a
woman
kissing her on her
cheek
murmuring words of
love
blooming in eachothers
heart
like the roses
did.
C
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