I'm creaky like an old door,
croaky like a frog;
my energy's down on the floor;
my brain is filled with fog.
Here I'll be
with my tea
till my wind
blows again.
4 year old finding Cinna too heavy to carry up the steps the other day 😆
In the notebook
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