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All the jars
Are full of herbs
From the stars
Landing in the burbs
Coming from Mars
Performing verbs
Delivered in cars
To the curbs
About the Creator
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 days ago in Petlife
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I am patiently awaiting my jars of herbs on my curb. Ha ha . So cute.
Oooo, this was like a fever dream and I loved it so much!
urban intergalactic witchcraft.
Genius 🌟💖👀😁📝💯🎉😉
Nicely done ❤️
Whew that rhyming pattern let’s go 🙌