Anonymous
Upon an emerald leafis a lighting bugchilling with a smurfshaking their buttsas birds, raccoons, squirrelssing summer songswith a panda wearing herHawaiian dancer outfitfor adding culture and characterto their critter festival.
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Nice!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks
thanks. i like how creativity consumes our muse and lets poets show their depth/varity of a writer's hand/mind and the wander of it is simply...beautiful.