No sweat Katherine Thinkings and poems August 14, 2021August 16, 2021 1 Minute No sweat he cried for I do what I wish I eat pizza from a crooked dish Share this: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMorePocket Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published August 14, 2021August 16, 2021
How my heart sings 
Hello Katherine. Dropped in for a taste of your poetry and wound up with pizza. Hope you are well.