I have wash, dried and ironed my heart!
Vowed never to get dirty again?! So thought I, but this heart has a mind of its own when it sees babies, butterflies, chocolates and white horses.
Silver came one day, we galloped beyond the mountains to the land of rainbows where every butterfly had rainbow colors, babies had their own minds, for they thought like adults but they were all cutie pies: the loads of chocolates I ate, glutton is not the word! I tried and tried to stop but my heart wouldn’t let go....
I told my heart to stop and it did stop for a couple of seconds but I scolded him well, asking, do you want me to die?!
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