She stops to smell the roses
No matter how busy she get
It relaxes her
The scent is sweet
She stops to smell the roses
At the market down the street
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Gather around the fire pit Roast hot dogs Drink Spit While the story spins Long ago It was a dark night Legend has it The tales are spun...
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