The collectorA Poem by willweb~ I told her I was a collector. "What do you collect," she asked I answered, "Just about everything. I probably have collected anything that you can think of." "I'll bet you don't have one of these," she said as she leaned in and kissed me... "I do now," I stammered as I blushed, "and it is my favorite item ever." *** I should have explained to her that a collection always means more than one. : )
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7 Reviews Added on May 7, 2024 Last Updated on May 7, 2024 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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