Blossom

I had a story to tell,

And rhymes to spell.

Each word would quench,

Your thirst and mine.

So I tried,

I wrote and wrote,

I thought and thought,

But when evening came,

Not a single one survived,

Oh, how I thought…

That I had a story to tell.

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