A poem.
There are occasions when I am so sleepy, I should not be speaking to anyone. Y' know what I mean? I could try to comment or to make a joke and have it come out completely wrong. Maybe I'm short-tempered and bored.
Sometimes that leads to missteps.
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Sunday, June 9, 2019
Monday, June 3, 2019
Necklace (a Very Short Story)
“What did
James give you for Christmas?” His mother asked.
“A
necklace.” James told her.
His
father smiled conspiratorially at Marie and raised an eyebrow. “Not a ring?”
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