A picnic at the grass
apples, peaches, sandwhiches in a mass
The green feathers that blow in the wind
They smell just like peppermint
The blanket that lay, beneathe the basket
Has shapes of red and black stripes
Ants are crawling on my food
Oh no, one just pinched me, how rude!
Get up, get up, lets eat at the bench
Before we have blisters of red
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ICollection of poems to comfort the soul
PoesíaIf you are reading this, hello there :) This therapy book has changed my life, and has helped me see things in the brightest way as possible. It has grown me and made a much better person than yesterday, so I believe if writing these little quotes o...
