Marie381Uk
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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Parrots suffer anxiety like us
In a small bungalow in Wales, there was a parrot named Joey. He was an African grey who brought happiness to his owner, Harold. They had many good times together and shared a strong bond. Each day, Harold would sit in his favorite chair, and Joey would always perch on his shoulder. They enjoyed each other's company, exchanging words and laughter. Joey had a talent for mimicking sounds and phrases, often surprising Harold with his cleverness. He would squawk, "Good morning, Wales!" in a way that made Harold smile.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Fiction
