Hour Eleven – Croissant

I’m smell like trash

everyday.

But I can see the stars

everynight.

They are so shiny

and bright.

I lay my head on the

greenest grass

Can you imagine this on

first class?

Be my guest whenever you

want,

Just bring me some coins

and a croissant.

 

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