Crappy Writing Hour
Purple bird flying in the sky, where are you headed today?
Is it to a distant place that no creature has ever been to before?
Mysterious purple bird, always looking for adventure and you always seem to find some,
How I wish I could be like you, living FREE as the wind with nothing to hold you back,
I hope you are always this way --I see you all the time and you put a smile on my face,
I hope you remember to come back to my place, I have a birdhouse and food waiting for you when you return.
You always seem to come back and I hope to see you again in the future, my lovely feathered friend.
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Confessions of a Nocturnal Soul
This journal will contain snippets of my daily life and adventures and experiences and also some poetry and short stories and other creative things I like to do.