Once was a
free-spirited child.
I ran on all fours
like Spirit* and Rain*,
galloping through the grass,
soaring over sidewalks.
Once I was a
free-spirited child.
I could run around naked
without a care in the world.
Once I was a
free-spirited child.
The world was mine,
and I was invincible!
Once I was a
free-spirited child.
But now, I am....
Bravo bravo!!! VERY
Bravo bravo!!! VERY inspirational! !!
I would title it
"more".
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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!! What made you think
Thanks!!
What made you think of that as a title? :)
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