Spring is sprung.
The grass is rizz.
I wonder where the flowers is.
Happy birthday, Mom!
Connect:
A Poem for Violet
Poetic Justice
To hear Trump talk, he’s the only one
Who’s ever stood trial for crimes he’s done.
But instead of courtroom drama,
We get Trump in his pajamas,
That’s how he earned his new nickname: Don Snoreleone.
The flowers is here in the good ole sunny south. i love u