It was a poem I was looking for
To write, for you to read
Before I knew, it sprung up
Like a whacked & wakened seed
Having done that it looked at me
And the rest wasn't a famous victory.
To write, for you to read
Before I knew, it sprung up
Like a whacked & wakened seed
Having done that it looked at me
And the rest wasn't a famous victory.
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