Pillow Fight
There must have been a pillow fight in the heavens last night.
The morning skies were littered with feathers.
I watched the sun began her clean up and wondered,
Who won?
The morning skies were littered with feathers.
I watched the sun began her clean up and wondered,
Who won?
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