The ramblings of a writer/crocheter who wanders through flurries of cat hair and random skeins of colorful yarn in the search of a great story.
Friday, November 10, 2017
Hallway Poem
I sit alone
On the outside.
You all enjoy the shows
Yet I am still on the outside.
No one asks
They just assume
That I will do it all
And that it is okay.
But it is not.
So remind me again
Why I do this?
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