So many opusses
Written everyday
By special people
In their own special way
So many opusses
It is a sight to see
It brightens up our day
It makes us so happy
So many opusses
Please don't make a fuss
Say thank you to the app store
For the app they call OPUSS
Your feedback helps mort understand what's working
Genuine chatty man... Kik - madmorts
WORDSuponTHEpage They've been written there For an AGE They s p r e a d out for you to see They are there for you and me Words written down for you With the words, what do you do. Read....
Come on everyone, clap and cheer. It's that time, Opuss rush hour's here. Everyone's starting to return from school or work Or maybe just waking up on the other side of Earth.
I have lots of apps On my iPod right here Some from 25 top free While some others are dear. Some are rather known - Plants vs.
My head is full of ideas. My quill will never loose ink. My mind doesn't have an off switch. Just think think think. So many compartments. So many things to say. So many things I want to write.
we wrote it then, why repost it again. then people of that time read it and maybe understood the rhyme, is the repost a beg for likes. we must read the old, not "repost" that which has been cold.
A place of new, A place of old, A place of secrets, Told and untold. A blank white room, Empty, clear, You can forget- Everything here.
A realm after another. Books are like that. Worlds to comprehend. Different stories unravelling. Dreams that comes to life. Figments of simply imaginations. Whirlwind of emotions coming through.
-Taking a stand for what many people in this world (however logical) all want to believe in really. (Or maybe it's just me...) - There is still a place Where newts don't have eyes.
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