phoenix_rising
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thats nice... really nice
thank you M_ays0n 🙂
I made that poem using one of those "refrigerator magnet" things on the internet. Basically they give you like 200 words on refrigerator magnets and then you have to decide which words to put where to make your own poem. It's fun.
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