Harold and the WindowsA Poem by little kenThis makes me think about all the times I've seen windows.
I bought all the windows,
in the window shop today. I took them home, in my van today. I saw the man, in the window shop cry. I asked him, if he was OK. "I'm OK", he said. Its just now I haven't any windows left to sell. "I love windows me".
© 2016 little kenAuthor's Note
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Authorlittle kenUnited KingdomAbouti am ken, you may or may not be ken but i don't think you are me or i would have met you by now and i don't think i have more..Writing
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