Pickles

poem by: D'Vina Dietrich
Written on Jun 26, 2021 

Bob's has been playing all day
This one's about pickles
Trying not to wake baby
"Pickles give me tickles"
That last line terrible.
But I'm laughing
Waiting for a miracle
Waiting waiting waiting

 

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