The Road before us
We Journey to the end
Never know what we'll find
A corner band
A shop
A gas station
People come all shapes and sizes
Colors to
Each person has their own flare
Let that flare Shine through
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
In the beginning There was the bird And the bird was the word Haven't you heard about the bird I thought everybody has heard that The...
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