Poetry Postcard Project: Day Five

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Leadership Fiasco Week might be the death of me. I'm so freakin' tired. It's only Monday.

And yet, I'm very glad to be out and about and talking to my colleagues, even if it's about banal 'leadership' drivel.

AND . . . even though I relished my freedom, I still missed my Vampire Baby and those squirrelly siblings of hers.

My lovely mother helped the girlie do her Postcard Poem today.

So I can't account for the pirate poem. Or the creative spelling.
 
Ghost Girl by Mark Ryden


It took me all day to write this. Yes, that's sad.

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