To tell the truth, trust.
To trim the tree, trunk.
To toss the time, trade.
To try the tide, tame.
To talk the tales, thought.
To turn the tune, trot.
To trick the thunder, tent.
To triumph the troubles, test.
Transformation tips the tables,
Transmutation travels triangles.
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Amanda Spradlin
Amanda Spradlin is the founder of Coincidental Chaos. She writes with the passion of a questionable mind. Any donations are appreciated!
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That’s a tremendous hard Amanda very nice 😀