Bits RememberedA Poem by Ken e Bujoldcompanion piece to Bits Left Unsaid
Don't ask me twice, I've forgotten
four times at least, I think. Do you remember the old maple we hung Mrs. Grealey's nasties from? Those t*****s held enough nickels to get us both incarcerated for reckless endangerment of other peoples lives. I remember Mr. Grealey wouldn't let us cross his lawn... Ken e Bujold 2022
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4 Reviews Added on September 21, 2022 Last Updated on September 21, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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