Tgirl4real
T-girl4real, how I wish my muse and yours
G-rows beyond the squirt from our pens — But
I-n whose sheet would our pen speak when words
R-usts in the trumpet of our soul?
L-ike Robert Frost, will you follow 'the road not taken'? Its the
4th market day today, buy your own drink;
R-ed wine from Solomon's bar- drink and
E-njoy, stagger in its knowledge; wait
A minute! You're a teetotaller right?
L-ets leave this yearn, that thirst, get your pen and lets kill some pages.
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