No crisps, no cookies,
and, most certainly, no
mobile devices.
Nothing like a cranky
conservative recluse to
pry out the raisins before
devouring the bread.
But this keeps me alive,
and unhampered, weird but
so utterly, utterly free.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
No crisps, no cookies,
and, most certainly, no
mobile devices.
Nothing like a cranky
conservative recluse to
pry out the raisins before
devouring the bread.
But this keeps me alive,
and unhampered, weird but
so utterly, utterly free.