Adna Demiri

I’ll hold on the line mom

Even though you didn’t even asked me to, I am wearing two different types of shoe‘.
,, Safer, I’ll show!“, I point out to people while they make me low.
Glow is marked on my face, cause what is happening was not the case.
Phrase I remembered I thought: warm they make me. And so do they protect me. The colors get darker through Winter but light up when it’s mint’er.
Laces do often fall on ground, which makes me embarassed in mall, but so I just lace them back togehter to go. They hold me through the way, and suffer through the way.
Mom, If I could, I would paint the sky green, and not let any steets or cars seen.
Little babie sheeps would fill the ground instead the dishes of amount.

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