My Life as a Weaver

/ Karina Pinella

Image: Pixabay

Life got to me —

So did rainy days and Mondays,

That’s why I’m now weaving baskets.

Just for a spell,

Until I can think of a story.

Then, I’ll call myself a story weaver.

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