There once was a tightrope walker
Whose name was John Stalker
He’d walk way up high
To catch people’s eyes
But he wasn’t much of a talker
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
Last night I had a dream A public building On the farm for the artist you are It would start small But as room was needed More and more...
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