If there's a will, there's a way,
my aunt always said when she visited my grandma and I,
with that little twinkle in her eyes.
Too bad Grandma didn't leave her anything in her will.
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
