After a long day
a long day of chores
with some worry
and a niggly little headache
I am more than happy
to sit down and complain
just a little
over dinner.
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2 comments:
Hi Saucy!
Thanks for the great comments...
There seems to be a theme running through your poems--they take place and/or are inspired by the dinner table. There's a lot of material to be found at the table, isn't there?
Another good one.
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