This is where I add my poetry to be commented and suggested too. Your help is greatly appreciated.
Tulips, two shoesforgotten on a bencha night in memoryCars, eight legs,tell not too reach forthe unfolding mirror.Crash, why not?in the end the bear will be, found in the cup holder.
Thourn Whaul
10-04-06
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