A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, November 28, 2022
just in case
Her hand was a gag she'd slap on her mouth when her eyes got so wide they could swallow a house, then her hand would fly up to clap and contain. Even though not one single word
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