I have a dusty attic

anna_noday

I have a dusty attic –

I know its every corner –

A week ago I went up there,

A few things were missing.

 

Used to be we played

Hide and seek all the time,

Now I wish we were playing;

You stole what was mine.

  • Author: anna_noday (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2021 10:23
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Paul Bell

    It all happens in the attic.
    Good sort of stealing, I hope.

    • anna_noday

      One never can be sure, can they?



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