And then,
like a tempest, emotions surged through my mind –
ah, I believe it could only be the work of a UFO,
And there she stood,
a tall figure, her fingers surprisingly short –
they nicknamed her Finn; a name laced with irony,
for she relishes the Adventure time in the depths
of my heart, soul, body, and mind.
And truly she’s a catch;
swimming so effortlessly, and gliding so gracefully
through the currents of my every thought…
_Finn the girl._
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC
And then,
like a tempest, emotions surged through my mind –
ah, I believe it could only be the work of a UFO,
And there she stood,
a tall figure, her fingers surprisingly short –
they nicknamed her Finn; a name laced with irony,
for she relishes the Adventure time in the depths
of my heart, soul, body, and mind.
And truly she’s a catch;
swimming so effortlessly, and gliding so gracefully
through the currents of my every thought…
_Finn the girl._
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