The Plants Cut,I Don't Know
THE PLANT CUT,I DON'T KNOW
Oh! how I worry about them
I don't know whose name
The plants red and yellow
Whose pain I hardly swallow.
What means of that Britishian
But geninuely I like as vegetation,
I'm hurt they were ut rudely
Only for this that are toxicly
With long horn,but I swear
One day the all cut,cause faults bear.
Copyright © Palak Dadhich | Year Posted 2025
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