There’s a gentle rhythmic sighing coming from his corner of the van. His hands folded gently, his head drooping forward, his feet splayed upon the cooler, he sleeps. His overalls have ridden up his shins, gathering up just below his knee so that he looks like a little paper boy asleep on the daily news.
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I doubt you need a description after the title.
The Poetess and her daughter
About The Poetess
- Aiden
- I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
In case you get lost, here's a map.
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2010
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- Critics
- the 29th's piece
- The 28th's piece
- The 30th's piece
- To a cup of pureed garlic with a hotwheels van and...
- On the way home from work
- Rachel
- The 24th's piece
- Class clown
- the 22nd's piece
- The 21st's piece
- The 20th's piece
- To a white butterfly
- Goodnight Dearest.
- Escape into thought
- Substitutions
- Happy shark
- The Heron
- Just a little longer
- The student
- Wind
- Lavender buds
- CTR class
- Delivery
- Worry Wart
- Self-control
- Blinds
- Yes, it's the moment you've ALL been waiting for!
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