The pond, yes a pond.
Has a girl, yes a girl.
Everyday is happy, for she never frowns.
Peace always there, with all but blissful silence.
Over and over the girl cares for the pond.
Never stormy, always sunny.
But the question arises, every now and then.
Does the girl ever whish, to leave her pond?
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My Random Book
RandomThis doesn't have a single genre so it's pretty Random like the title says. Short poems, ideas, skits, and more. All by me unless stated otherwise.
