2020 What Do I See
January 1, 2020, what do I see. I see a great year ahead for me. It started off fast like a bee, little did I know I would want to flee. 2020 brought me down on my knee, with just one plea. Please be over I decree. Let me out so I can go see the sea. My birthday party was canceled no glee, I sat home eating crackers and brie. I have had enough of all the green soup pea, I could use some fresh made sweet tea. 2020 will pass like a breeze in a tree, but I will never again be carefree.
Date Written: 5/22/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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