Sunburnt to hell and back
But damn it
Maybe it's worth it
The garden is all planted
And my mother found a four leaf clover before we left
Even if nothing grows
I do believe
Good things are coming
And if a sunburn is all I have to deal with
Everything will be worth it
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
