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Instincts - a poem

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Jun 30, 2024
  • 1 min read

How is it that my instincts for music can be so good, And my instincts for everything else be so bad! Well, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, do ya? Amanda Riddell June 2024

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