I got home and go to let my dogs out and see this.
I got home and go to let my dogs out and see this.
I wrote this short story poem thing and I really want to make it better but I don't know what to add or fix. Here it is:
The flowers died on a Monday.
Being a dreamer is hard, for all of us. All the authors, poets, musicians, and artists.
For those who aren’t any of these let me explain it for you.
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