Dear Kiddo,
Aleigha broke her crayons, again. Sorry they're all mixed up, but they're yours now. And don't worry, I know that they're in good hands, ones that know broken crayons still color.
with love,
Aleigha
for the children still afraid of
monsters under their bed and those who think they're the monsters
one shall overcome
Hello little one. Oh that? A little note is all. I am so glad that I finally had the guts to start this poetry collection (includes poetry, anecdotes, open letters, my hopes and dreams etcetera)
Do note that I hate normal so expect a mess, because if anything, childhood is a box of used up crayons. I am incredibly sorry for this because author's notes are not meant to be long, yet all of mine are long and I wanted to say I have copyright but cover image and graphic interchange formats do not belong to me, you know the drill and I am just so hyper right now my heart is flying haha.
Anyway, speak your mind. If you think I'm the modern day Shakespeare, think again. Seriously I ain't that old. Kidding, I know you want to cure my humor, but save it for later I will update a lot lot lot so stay tuned. love ya'll.
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hugs and starter packs,
dilagmakata
Full credit goes to the owner of the popular phrase: Broken Crayons Still Color. Likewise, GIF images do not belong to me.