Letting Go
...Letters tied with ribbons of satin,
Even for someone an old hatpin,
These are the things I save,
To other folks mementos I am a slave.
I don't know why I don't let them go.
No reason at all to k...
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Categories:
hatpin, success,
Form: Verse
Memorys
...Yes memorys are in our heads.
My sister worked in a drapery shop,
and had an older guy putting his hands on her at 14 (stop)
....she could have told father who would have slam dunked his hide....(...
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Categories:
hatpin, adventure,
Form: Ballad