It doesn’t make sense

Poetry isn’t it pretty.

You squiddle dee dumb

And you squiddle deedee

Because maybe one day

You’ll squiddle dee dumb

And squiddle deedee

Have you heard

Of squiddle dee dumb

And squiddle deedee

Its doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t make sense.

Author: FJ

A young fantasy writer during the night, motion graphics and illustration during the day. Currently living in Mexico. Aspiring to make a feature film.

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