V for Venacular

CREATIVITY “QUACKED” OPEN.

Reowr

I flung my soul into the wind,
As fast and fast as it could spin;
I let it go so it could fly
Into the clouds, up to the sky,
With turtle doves and gaggling geese,
And wedge of ducks, all signing peace,
But when I finally called it back,
Instead of thank you, it went quack!

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