I found this in a book of old writings. Getting some of the old stuff out, dusting off the cobwebs.
It isn't much, but I like it. Every time I read it, makes me want to chant & jump rope.
(First blog via iPhone, let's see how it goes.)
Little Miss Motley cried herself to sleep.
She thought about what should have been and she began to weep.
Her tears became a river, the river became a flood,
all her dreams leaked out her eyes and sank into the mud!
I don't know... I may expand on this at some point.
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