The Numbers Had a Breakast
The numbers had a breakfast.
The numbers had a tea.
The numbers drew a line in the sand.
And none invited me.
I discovered later that it was a thought-out action.
For none of them thought I was a “proper” fraction.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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