TodayA Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562
A False Dawn.
The cows will soon be foaling. And where am I? Under the brook. Stuck in the mud and weeds. How I wish to soar. But that was never my Destiny. Knowingly, or unknowingly, I picked this. © 2025 Sad Unc Days 3562 |
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Added on December 28, 2025 Last Updated on December 28, 2025 AuthorSad Unc Days 3562AboutFinally cracked, and the pain is spilling forth is this a good thing? more.. |
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