Thick Day

My my is it soupy
out here on the street.
Walked only a block
and already I’m beat

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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