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I enjoy writing and reading stories and poetry.
Smelling the glorious salty sea air
and standing upon the rugged cliffs...
When Summer grew fruitful, we first knew
Where the ripe, delicious blackberries grew...
Promises aren't there to be rescinded,
Our hopes aren't florets on the wind...
unwanted house guests keep on...
In terms of hair, one should not be proud of those which they can count.
by Jane Do-Re-Mi