Up In Smoke
All my life I have heard the phase, up in smoke. Boy did I find out what that meant, the day I ate the hot peppers. My poor mouth was on fire, it went up in smoke.
Date Written: 1/5/2022
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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