piadaA Poem by kreativ_skribeWhile we sat at Piada the other day, you told me about your day at work. And the thought popped into my head, I could listen to this man tell me about his day at work every day for the rest of my life. I know I made a face, stared at you differently, and smiled. You stopped and asked me, “What?” And I said, “Nothing” © 2019 kreativ_skribe |
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