Little Jack Horner
Lived in the house on the corner
The place cover in rose vines
People would stare
For the beauty that was there
When the blooms opened at springtime
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
The day is done Night is upon us Rest your head upon your pillow Sleep deep until tomorrow May the Stars sing you a lullaby Sweet and ge...
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