The trouble with me is that I trouble with you.
Who knew of the trouble the two of us could brew?
I didn’t have a clue of what trouble could ensue
when I add a bit of me and you add a bit of you
Oh the tangles I undo when its trouble I pursue.
anjc815
I love writing short stories for my daughter, who, on the other hand, loves editing my work. I survive my full-time job by writing make-believe worlds and poetry on the commute to work and crafting on the weekends.
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