Dear tree with the pointy fingers,
I am impressed with the way your pale jagged branches jut out from the green folliage and reach over the water like a hand outstretched. Will you reveal to me life's secrets?
Letters form words. Words make sentences. Sentences build paragraphs. Paragraphs become letters.
2 Correspondances:
boooo! That sounds almost like a poem!
I try my best. Remember, I'm anti-poetry, anti-people and anti-hipster. Plus, you're usually an even bigger jerk, so all's fair in criticizing you.
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