Parbaked Word Wednesday
I’ll freely admit that this poem is a bit on the underside of cooked. It started out of an afternoon of staring at the walls and wondering what to do with myself. Then, I asked myself the title as a […]
I’ll freely admit that this poem is a bit on the underside of cooked. It started out of an afternoon of staring at the walls and wondering what to do with myself. Then, I asked myself the title as a […]