Marching on..

Hey March and all that saw you. I'll like to bring to your attention girl's stuff. I started a business recently,non profit much. We,my team and I give out our merchandise for free. All those in this humble viewership are my lucky customers for the day. I sell words. 

Being the month that houses women's day,I'll write about women every day of March .My genre of expression would be a song on women on a daily basis and my music taste's doope. Today's song#Girl--Marren Morris
My favorite lyrics;_Draw your comparisons,trying to find who's lesser than,
I don't wanna wear your crown,there's enough to go round_ 


Word is the sun can shine on us all.


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