I remember getting paint on my hands and cheeks. Colors would shine bright and everyday was a good day. Except colors don't shine the way they used to, there's no more paint on my hands and cheeks. Good days are gone.
Where did it all go?
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Some Poetry Of Sorts
PoetryThese poems aren't mine well, some are but not all of them. Here is a book of poems I find or create. Sit back relax and enjoy poems!
