wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Monday, December 17, 2012
Working Instead of Washing
Mom's forehead
Is furrowed.
In her work
She's burrowed.
She's writing
And thinking.
And needs a shower -
She's stinking.
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