I NOW WISH I HAD YOUR EYESIT WASN'T YOURS, IT NEVER WAS
*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay. Boxed Souper "I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet. Still... There have been a few too many, I take into account, those flatteries, good and plenty, ...that spurt, I do not doubt. Cause and effect make the river stream flow, Upward or downward and what beats the path, Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo. High profilers entertain muffled wrath, Fewer chips on the table, losers throw, All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath. No contrast chancing with a quill, few dotes, and left comments. Nominal spew mandated nil, hail those righteous contents. ...still! 2023 January 07 RZ & HMS.
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IT WASN'T YOURS, IT NEVER WAS