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