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Mourning Crums
by Jeffrey Parrenwinter, symbolic
my mother's passing away
mourning crums do weep 04/30/2005 Author's Note: Drunk, lonely and sad...
my mother's maiden name was crum...only thing I could think of when I read "morning crumbs" topic of The Tadpole Society was of my mother...mother's day steadily approaches as the commercials forecast...I could care less
SORRY
Posted on 04/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/30/05 at 07:46 AM Awwww, Jeffrey, this is so sad. If I had anymore tears left from the other night, I'd probably cry, but I think the reservoir is dry. Drunk, sad, and lonely - not a great place to be. An enjoyable read all the same.
~Chelle~ |
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