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I myself, like the look,
Of a wooden seat, in disrepair.
Alongside a broken shelf,
Set still, a dusty worn out storybook.
Remnants of once busy feet.
I trust, not touched, in many a year.
Oh the look, of precious smiles,
Best seen if they're front toothless.
Of an old wise man or innocent child,
Their expressions chase excuses.
Cool look of 36, worn by Franklin D.
For a better view, lean closer.
Shines a 59 new copper penny.
Inside the crevice of a scuffed
Brown leather loafer.
What a look
Hold that pose
And not another step I took.
The morning sun had found its rosé.
She in thought and silent peace.
I wished somehow I could retreat,
As to elude her solitude.
Good morning uncle ! Good morning niece !
In the land of Donald Duck,
Better known as Disney World.
We wished our Ellsa best of luck.
Run with the wind our precious girl.
Their accomplishments far beyond
Her first Princess marathon.
How proud O sweet daughters of mine,
The look of love at the finish line.
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Lots a Looks
I myself, like the look,
Of a wooden seat, in disrepair.
Alongside a broken shelf,
Set still, a dusty worn out storybook.
Remnants of once busy feet.
I trust, not touched, in many a year.
Oh the look, of precious smiles,
Best seen if they're front toothless.
Of an old wise man or innocent child,
Their expressions chase excuses.
Cool look of 36, worn by Franklin D.
For a better view, lean closer.
Shines a 59 new copper penny.
Inside the crevice of a scuffed
Brown leather loafer.
What a look
Hold that pose
And not another step I took.
The morning sun had found its rosé.
She in thought and silent peace.
I wished somehow I could retreat,
As to elude her solitude.
Good morning uncle ! Good morning niece !
In the land of Donald Duck,
Better known as Disney World.
We wished our Ellsa best of luck.
Run with the wind our precious girl.
Their accomplishments far beyond
Her first Princess marathon.
How proud O sweet daughters of mine,
The look of love at the finish line.
I myself, like the look,
Of a wooden seat, in disrepair.
Alongside a broken shelf,
Set still, a dusty worn out storybook.
Remnants of once busy feet.
I trust, not touched, in many a year.
Oh the look, of precious smiles,
Best seen if they're front toothless.
Of an old wise man or innocent child,
Their expressions chase excuses.
Cool look of 36, worn by Franklin D.
For a better view, lean closer.
Shines a 59 new copper penny.
Inside the crevice of a scuffed
Brown leather loafer.
What a look
Hold that pose
And not another step I took.
The morning sun had found its rosé.
She in thought and silent peace.
I wished somehow I could retreat,
As to elude her solitude.
Good morning uncle ! Good morning niece !
In the land of Donald Duck,
Better known as Disney World.
We wished our Ellsa best of luck.
Run with the wind our precious girl.
Their accomplishments far beyond
Her first Princess marathon.
How proud O sweet daughters of mine,
The look of love at the finish line.