She is the perfect mid spring day,
We sit in the farm covered with hay.
She is my blankie,
Always with a cookie.
She is the yellow lemon,
Not to mention, she is my favourite fish salmon.
She is a chocolate chip,
With milk dip.
Sorry, I had to post this poem again :)
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Poem a day
PoetryWritting was never her favourite thing to do but soon came loneliness and took over, she was away from everything. Nothing went the way she planed, she was tired of life. A pen and a paper became her best friends. She began to write,write poems on h...
