The crashing wave And the gentle ebb. The singer and the Birdsong. Miles of green fields Flashing in the breeze. The moon in the day.
I met a seagull named Patches. He only had one eye. When I asked him why, He said, “I lost a fight with A swordfish
In Panama last year, We made a friend Who made a dress. A beautiful purple dress For a little girl. We bought the dress, Not