When Wendy walks with Willy on Wednesdays,
Wandering where the wildflowers whisper,
Witty words weave wonderful tales,
Whistling wrens watch while they walk,
Weather won't worry them, wind or wetness,
With Wendy and Willy, worries wane away.
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Stephanie Bojanek
Editor of The Failing Artist mag 🎨 Ghostwriter & copywriter by day, novelist by night 📚 Lover of Erotic, Fiction, Horror, Nonfiction, and essays 🖋️ Let's challenge norms and unleash our artistic souls!
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