Czarina Mei The Cutieliit

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 ACROSTIC (CREATIVE WRITING)


C:an only be happy always be happy to know everything.

Z: Zest who are sweet always

A: dead crowned his only nothing,

R:aindrops kiss the earth whispering.

I: am the son of nowhere or a king,

N:ever try to teach a pig to sing,

A:dead just crowned her nothing.

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