Thomas Edison
Tom sat there eating the last of his bread,
wondering if the next day he'd get fed,
felt like a dumb cluck,
down on his luck,
till a light went off the top of his head.
11-19-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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