Is it okay that I don't miss him?
That I don't miss her?
I sold him.
But I returned her.
I will never see him again.
But I will visit her.
I haven't cried yet.
And I don't know when, or if I will.
But I do miss them.
It's weird without them in the barn.
I sold my Market lamb.
And he got T.U.R.N. ed.
That means he will make the Harvey, homeless, Irma people less hungry.
She will have babies.
But she's wild.
A Hellion.
There is no better word.
But she is lovable at times.
I miss them.
But is it okay if I don't?
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My Feelings Of Poetry
PoetryI still often update, but not as often. This is a story about my feelings, in a poet kind of way. I am not very good at rhyme, but will try. These can also help you. Wise sayings in these too! I constantly change what I write, so be ready for long c...
