The month of green has come.
The fun of keen last long.
Clover leafs are thy luck to treasure.
Lower meals far cry yuck to pleasure.
Coins of gold appear at the end of the rainbow. Joins of mold premiere at the trend of the same show.
- March 1, 2019
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Prismatic Poetry
PoesiaA poetry book containing poems written between 2018-2020. The poems were originally written and used by me as Instagram captions for my turtle's account, @maxxloniatheturtle.
