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Nov 2020
On A Whim
I heard a Flimsy Whimsy
On a Winters day
Shouting whoopsy daisy
Then it ran away!

It ran into the garden
It ran into a toad
Then it finally croaked it
When it ran into the road!

So now the Flimsy Whimsy
Has had its final hour
So ive put it in my notebook
Just like a fresh pressed flower!
by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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