I sat in a cafe an ate a cake I knew I had too
because I was getting as thin as a rake.
'As thin as a rake' my Mother said if you don't
eat more you will soon be dead; so I sat an
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Gee, what a complicated life one leads. As usual your great storytelling is on top form. Woven with such flair. Love Ernestine XXX
A thought-provoking story/poem that tells of those complicated days when we were wild and free and then had to face the consequences Ah well, all the best Sis Hope things are rosy for ya now Love duncan X
Excellent write, Sylvia. A very strong message delivered here. You are a truly gifted story teller. I look forward to the next one. Love, Sandra
Poor sad little gal...hurt at home, hurt by the guy...no where to turn, little skinny gal, sick and alone. What a sad, sad story, and more true than ever. It always seems to be the girls who bear the burden. Good story Rosie.
A great girly tale this is Sylvie! Very amusing and Im sure this is apt for some people. Thanks for sharing, Lisa