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The Ceramic Cookie Jar

"Don't go back there" she says to me she knows how bad a memory can be let your uncle in reach for the stool four years old, too young for school When the shift work was done, she'd come home on the run to find her children broken up, like two little sorry pups ; A broken sink a shattered soul what could possibly be her goal another dollar in the cookie jar ? well she didn't pass the bar .... When the wolf was done he left one babbling child and a wounded cleft "don't go back there," the mind says to me you need to clear all that past debris. October 11, 2019 Contest : My favorite junkyard Sponsor: Craig.

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