My juice spilled
I didn’t touch it
Honest
Juice fairies appeared out of thin air
They tipped my glass
Yes, I know and the mother fairies
Clipped their wings
No more magic
Until the spill is cleaned.
My juice spilled
I didn’t touch it
Honest
Juice fairies appeared out of thin air
They tipped my glass
Yes, I know and the mother fairies
Clipped their wings
No more magic
Until the spill is cleaned.
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Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Montly Newsletter
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What will you be getting?
Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Monthly Newsletter
You will not be spammed!