A strong 'diosyncracy
The true real 'bsurdity
That tickled Anna
Who sneezed foreva
Was a hidden mystery
About the Creator
Eugenette Morin
I enjoy short stories with a twist, long stories that meander; little snippets that create poems.
I've been writing for a long time, but it's always been left dormant in a notebook.
So now's the time to see if I should take it out.
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Comments (3)
Loved it!!!
Very cute one,
Nicely done