The beautiful creak,
that's what i seek,
wishing it was mine every day of the week.
Lots of thinks that I can remember,
dating all the way back to November,
even visualizing that hot ember.
My first kiss,
which was bliss,
with the sound of the night a gentle hiss.
Now the flowers bloom,
the sight holds no gloom,
they give off such sweet perfume.
All my friends are around,
stepping on the soft ground,
hearing the creak's magnificent sound.






Very well done, Katie!

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