Through verdant vales or skies of matted gray,
In life's sweet dance or somber, solemn play,
With quaint conjecture, I weave tales in rhyme,
For solace, smiles, or simply passing time.
As TipsisSmatted, I'm here, eager to create,
In verse, your joy and thoughts, I shall state. 0 reply
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