@Adelinebowmen
A TALE OF WONKåIn a sunlit field where the wild winds play,Dwelt a lad named Wonka, bright as May.With accents thick and rural flair,He’d turn dull tales to wild affair.He’d clip your words, then twist the sound,And send them back all joke-wrapped round.Behind the laughs, I sometimes seeA man who hides his agony.Yet still he gives, with heart so wide,With human warmth he does not hide.And when he's gone, the breeze may say,"A bit of Wonka passed this way." 🔹🔹🔹
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