White pebbles were all I used to collect, The preschooler me in my piggy bank I used fingers dig the sand; I select, I spent hours to cull the pebbles so swank. For me, those elvish things were wealth The way they shine, the way they reflect, They're crucial to be handled with stealth For, their jingles got some unusual inflect. Faria Jahan there you go ❣ Font: Garamond Size: 5 Salve! Amica Amicus..Poet Poetes🎈
