The Toy
pretty little thing,
won’t you spin and dance and sing?
mend your broken spring.
Photo by Alex of Gothenburg
a haiku poem
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pretty little thing,
won’t you spin and dance and sing?
mend your broken spring.
Photo by Alex of Gothenburg
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“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
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Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
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It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
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I should have trusted my instincts.