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Poem I had my plimsolls on, rolly polly. Blocks turned and lanes slid and wobbled underneath. I had a note, a block to reach, a reason, no socks. I smell … Continue reading Hot Danish
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Poem I had my plimsolls on, rolly polly. Blocks turned and lanes slid and wobbled underneath. I had a note, a block to reach, a reason, no socks. I smell … Continue reading Hot Danish