11:11? What a stupid wish-granting factory reset ⏳
Scene I Lights Camera Pen☀️ How lonely and lovely at the same time, To live in a castle of own, How strange and fluffy The winds from roof Where rain keeps showering Like dancing along. I keep singing poems While doing the laundary And hanging the clothes to go dry Some lose their charms Some crankles, some run Some turn out from black to greyyyyyyyy! I tip toe the work I Like it's an art! It's always always better to do work this way. It's easy, and lovely And as Mary⁵ and Bert⁶ says, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."¹ The people around notice nothing unusual as they're part of their own musicals. The kids love splashing in lakes, the women complete their everyday chores sharing emotions like an art, men walk around with an umbrella so dark making sure they hide their emotions, strangers both men and women whistle along (some hidden, most vague), cats own the roads and walk like Hadid sisters on Victoria's last ramp walk, lea...
