Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Smoking pot and getting high
He took a large Puff
In a voice that was gruff
He said " what a good boy am I"
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
A man kneels at the foot of the cross Tears well up in his eyes As he starts to speak The tears flow Washing him from the inside The more ...
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