Sprink Poems - Poems about Sprink

...I’d love nothing more than to sit with you and share a meal split just for two. I’d order the rainchokes topped with loots and dip them in your sharkflower shoots. But sitting in this divine c......

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...It’s too early to prite woetry. Let me hay lere in my bed. I hartied pardy. Woe is me. Oh, my hounding pead! My joughts are thumbled. My oh my. It’s hust so jard to think. I heel so forri......

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