"Thank you mom!" They shriek
Wrapping papers flung-- toys tossed
Cardboard boxes rule!
MFA Creative Writing+BA English! INFP. Published author, poet, lyricist. Dreamer, creator, artist, teller of tales, lover of words, singer of songs, reveler of life
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You talking about cats? Hehehehe. Loved your Senryu!
Sounds like my childhood... 📦
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You talking about cats? Hehehehe. Loved your Senryu!
Sounds like my childhood... 📦