I sit there staring
at four sides of a gold lined tin
no biscuits lie therein
Someone has taken those covered delights
and won’t say who – avoiding a fight
Should I cry ? and be distraught
for the fate of those flapjacks – baked and not bought?
hopes and dreams fade away
until of course – next shopping day
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer. View more posts
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The Inkwell
This is really quick and cute. I like how easy it is to visualize and read. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Cheers for reading emariemon!
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