Poetry and rhyming too
Flowers bloom
the birds churp
give out a burp
See the sky
It's way up high
And the doves are flying bye
See the ocean
Let it lay
Shells are full of the bay
Roll in the hay
The moon raises
The sun shines
The wind howls
Are we pals
The clouds follow
the tree is hollow
Poetry by william herzog
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Written on 2021-05-24 at 20:23
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