Haiku 12 On April 18, 2018 By Anna EastlandIn Poetry4 Comments Of course it would be the day cleaners came and mopped that pickle juice spilled That’s life, Mom! Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
Just East Of Crazy Land 