You have so much power and potential flourishing through your bones and in your palm you hold the pen and you have the ability to write your own destiny. So do it.
When Miss Hippo gets sick and can't open the jungle laundromat, what will she do?
A story about places to sleep.
Yes—I am strange, I am nerdy, I am a freak...
This is filled with little 19-word poems. The Title itself has 19 syllables.
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