The June bugs are gone
summer crumbles into fall
dry leaves and pumpkins
A backseat rumble-
Mom! He’s touching me!
Don’t bug your sister
The June bugs are gone
summer crumbles into fall
dry leaves and pumpkins
A backseat rumble-
Mom! He’s touching me!
Don’t bug your sister
Both perfect, especially like the second one💜
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Love them both!
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