I once had a pen,
I didn't take care of it.
It was lost then.
I found another,
But it wasn't mine to take.
I've stopped writing forever.
()()()()()()()()
What a pretty glass cup.
What a cooling feel to start.
He said, "Hot water? No prob!"
Cracking, shattered, it went "Pop."
... of 2 mini stories
Posted by Roger A. Tetrahart at 20:24
01 June 2006
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