Short Tales
Have you heard of dear Annabelle Flynn,
And the beautiful yarns she can spin?
It’s not on a spindle,
No indeed, it’s the Kindle,
Where her tales are quite short, but not thin.
A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Have you heard of dear Annabelle Flynn,
And the beautiful yarns she can spin?
It’s not on a spindle,
No indeed, it’s the Kindle,
Where her tales are quite short, but not thin.
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Adventure:
–noun
a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome.
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