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
Star light Star bright Twinkle Twinkle Little Star The night is calm The stars are high The time has come to say good night Wrap up in...
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