An old church in Notre Dame burnt in flames
And billions were quickly sent to rebuilt its frames
While billions still went hungry yearly
With no billions sent to help them permanently
But don’t worry mate, we can pray for them in the church in Notre Dame dames
About the Creator
Gal Mux
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So learn everything you can.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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