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ty xx

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
ཐི༏ཋྀSong of The Nightshade Fairy;༊
My name is Nightshade, also Bittersweet;
Ah, little folk, be wise!
Hide you your hands behind you when we meet,
Turn you away your eyes.
My flowers you shall not pick, nor berries eat,
For in them poison lies.
By: C. M. Barker
       /\_/\ 
     ≽• . •≼ ❤️;༊
  ཐི༏ཋྀ  /❤️\ (  ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
‎❤️(( | | ))❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️Ʈђaηƙ ყღʊ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
This makes me wonder if the elders habit of clasping their hands behind their backs started from little poems & sayings like this :)

hi

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         .·´ )            `·.,¸_¸,.❤´   
       (_¸.·  ♥ Sprinkles  ♥
Gd ty xx