I am not happy in my playhouse.
My teddy bear changed. Or I did.
Or the world did.
I got some mad inside me and
said fudge. Teddy hissed.
I snuggle with a stressed out bear
who paws my tongue.
Ha. Good great pancake syrup.
My number one fur wants to gain morality or sensibilities.
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI
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