You’re a lot like that
five bucks I just found in my
winter coat pocket.
You swear you’re not much,
But to me? Killer jackpot—
and smiles for days.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
You’re a lot like that
five bucks I just found in my
winter coat pocket.
You swear you’re not much,
But to me? Killer jackpot—
and smiles for days.
© Bitsy Sanders, November 2013
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