When all the little piggies have gone home,
And the song of sixpence has been sung.
When Old Mother Hubbard has gone to the cupboard,
And Miss Muffet's spider's web has been strung.
My son.
My sun.
Who will I have to sing to sleep?
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A Dash of Lemon
PoetryThis is a bunch of random poetry I wrote. Key word being random. Some of it kind of has a story continuing from my other poetry book, (Backwards Lemons) but it's not super important. Some of it's insane, some of it's random, some of it's crazy, and...
