It's everything I do. It's everything I get. Still Tuesday. Peanut butter and nutmeg. Tuesday Rush.
Tuesday Rush
And
Peanut butter
Tuesday
Get
I
Do
I
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Admiral. Where is the house? I had a good feeling. Not necessarily. I thought we had him. Because I’m alone. Doorbell knocks. Golden prize. ...
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