Despite anxiety stole her voice
And she croaked her way through every word
Fearing that she sounded absurd
She all but fainted
When the director said she was his choice
For the part of Sweet Pea
Despite anxiety stole her voice
And she croaked her way through every word
Fearing that she sounded absurd
She all but fainted
When the director said she was his choice
For the part of Sweet Pea
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Aww, a sweet story for a sweet picture
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Thank you. It does smell beautiful
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Youβre welcome βΊοΈ
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Lovely poem, Crispina. Excellent shot. So beautiful.
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Thank you. The flower is just outside me door, and smells divine!
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