poems by Rachel Green
I was looking and looking - and then I started yelling - I see the stick - I see the stick!Can I come visit? It's still snowing here.
Uncle Frederick opened a café?
heh! I wish!
You do have the most patient dogs!
No! Trickster whinges about stopping!
I want to go there!
heh! The waiter doesn't speak any English :)
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I was looking and looking - and then I started yelling - I see the stick - I see the stick!
Can I come visit? It's still snowing here.
Uncle Frederick opened a café?
heh! I wish!
You do have the most patient dogs!
No! Trickster whinges about stopping!
I want to go there!
heh! The waiter doesn't speak any English :)
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