Sometimes I feel young.
I can smell lunchroom plastic,
and taste sandwich burps.
Blogs I Follow
My journey as a writer and my various hobby's .
Pen and Keystroke
My novel titled Ghost Watching, fictional short stories and a few words of poetic wonder thrown in for good measure.
An insight to a heart mind and soul.
"Owls are not what they seem"
Keeping my brain from turning into oatmeal...
poetry for the soul
we're all mad here
Jay W Carmichael
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Hi :)
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Well deserved!!
“The lunchroom plastic” elicits every simmering childhood emotion- awesome.
Thanks!
Great haiku, it had me laughing.