Writing Wend 2

They were going to be friends, They were a fountain pen and an eraser head moving through the neighborhood on their way to night school again

Their plain stage of roaming was so dense, Planes emerged on their bound wend's ten and manned and ran with the dear saviour, homesteads of improving near their unthrough zone of pews had their under jah thee-atre understood, the lawns of their next clear stay were bound to choose rays of smooth light and be cool with the good book's reign

Their trained texts of knowing had them benched, The lane of Earth and mountains under their trend had the peer's late words breaking bread and truly computing towards their lawed amused Creator's wood, bon were their steers unstrayed with their loose might and rules of the window pane, their limbed modes couldn't complain, pinned to hope with their of the king lope was their day of fame and progressive change

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 6-14-26

\- 1:59 PM

\- Writing Wend 2