My Car My Truck My House
My car
My truck
My bank account
My house
My children
I stared at the woman
Do you mean our car, our truck, our bank account?
Sure she agreed
His too, and this is my yard, my garden cart, my tree,
He came out of the house
Can I get my breakfast? He asked her
Please do, she replied
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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