The Tragedy in a Mission
She was my guide
Though always filled with pride.
She shows off without any reason
No matter which season!
Says she will help
All she does is make me yelp!
What had happened is really bad
And that makes me terribly sad.
No one to ask, no one to say
Hoping that tomorrow be a good day.
Laziness has started creeping in
I know foregoing duty is...
Tuesday 14th February 2017 4:36 am
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