There was a fork in the road I picked it up It was bent I guess this means I've picked the road most traveled Or The road where things get tossed Or The road where silverware rains down Or... The road where flats occur by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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