Sometimes I wrap my arms around my knees and lean forward.
That’s just how I roll.
When I went to the bakery and asked if they had any shortbread, they told me they didn’t make it any longer.
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My grandkids begged, “Please, will you stop telling terrible puns and write your book instead?”
I said, “What a novel idea.”
Sometimes, poems just speak for your soul.
Kathleen S Evenhouse 