A garbage poem about the beauty of sunrise
Another romance-kinda thingy poem and I did not mean the last lines to rhyme.
One summer Bluey Jones came down from Mount Warning not long after midday; And under each sweaty armpit he carried a stone tablet on which were written very important things;
Another romance-kinda thingy poem and I did not mean the last lines to rhyme.
One summer Bluey Jones came down from Mount Warning not long after midday; And under each sweaty armpit he carried a stone tablet on which were written very important things;