Flowers Poem by david barnett

Flowers



Whine it rains Flowers come out! The path is long a foggy way that was leading to a lake that was a potent and smell of rotten mothballs in there is tree stump in the center that was 100 years B.C.some sad it was evil! ! !

Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,rain,raine
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