| Tara: | Gee, aren't we philosophical!?! |
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PerennialJest azz budz sensez when ta blossom before wuthering people, too, kun sense when ta flower before disappearing When the sap inside us awookens 'n energy fuells our veins fields ah pussibility open 'n fresh ideas cum ta seede Flowers haff their moments ahh glory 'n people their spring days yet no field lusts farever 'n whaile enjoyin beauty remymber growth twins deckaiye Ut est via is est vilis futurus. Gudd'dye! |
Hear dah author reed dis poem.