Jan 3
2 min read
POETRY
Find the Happy
An Ode To Clean Fingernails
I cleaned my fingernails again,
A simple task, not much to ask—
A place to begin.
Though my toenails are irreparable
And their sight is a blight
Quite inseparable.
I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.
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