a little bit mire

on strands of life and back again from the loss of a dear spouse

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Twirling and a hurling

through this very night
the wit that came
twas too dark, at times to write
That hubby would get it
And know I twas alright
and would have a twinkle
in my wicked humour sprinkles

Posted by Sally Robins at 21:51
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