Painting Picture Perfect

A Road Less Travelled Is An Experience Unknown. Brushing Through The Lushes Of Green, The Spread Of Flora Scent Drifts Past Across My Cheeks. A Trickling Stream Of Blass, Filling Itself In A Glass. Not Too Salty, Not Too Hot, Taking Each Step UnExplored. A Little Too Sour, Adding Sugar By The Hour. I Paint My Picture Red Blue Black And White, Now I Will Begin To Write.....

Saturday, June 18

posted by Dough-Boy @ 16:08  

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