The first was old.
He smelled of mold.
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, do as told.
The second was sweet.
He sure loved to eat.
He was bit by a mad dog and is now underneath.
The third was fun.
Had his way with the sun.
But he hit me and used me, now I’m on the run.
I’m from Colorado originally, but I’d love to move to other places because home should be the place you love, not the only place you know. This blog is meant to be a place to get my ideas out and sometimes stories! Still getting used to this adult thing so I’ll write about daily life a lot. I post every Sunday : )
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