maprice305
A flower was growing in my back yard. I ran over and picked it and gave it to the pretty lady walking down my street. She kissed me and left red lip marks on my cheek...
I used a megaphone to little my tiny voice be heard in this very large world. Like a funnel, the megaphone passed the contents of my brain into the pool of words that murk-up my surroundings.
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