The magical brush can do anything
It can turn a dry puddle
To a plastic sleet in a ice rink
Some desire more
So th brush makes Egyptian gold to a divine paradise in the closet
The gentle ocean now seen as a adventurous, sea of bulls
Whether a grin or grimace
Evolution is among us
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
