Queen of Fields; Matilda

I’m gonna love ya
And I’m gonna hug ya
When I see you next
Give you flowers
That’ll give you powers
For all the pretty petals
And metals
And gold
And silver
To be sold
When we’re panning
Stumbling when planning
Waiting for summer
So we can go sun tanning
In nature
We mature
Like cheder cheese
It brings allure
I’m sure
Because you, I adore x

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.