Peccadilloes
At the edges of everyone’s being
Are those perfect little surprises,
Lying in wait to be discovered
By unsuspecting enterprises.
Perfectly delightful peccadilloes
Sometimes wearing odd disguises
Small things that make our day
Shared with us like token prizes.
Written November 4, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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