Poem #729 June 9, 2018 ~ Georgia Tell her face is tense, but there are no lines when she gets it right, she smiles brighter than fluorescents Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related
Originally written on August 12, 2017.