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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Related
Originally written on August 12, 2017.