@BrokenIVN91 here's the first half of the poem (character limit keeps me from posting whole poem) Mrs. Butterworth, better known as Marie with a bright idea. Marie, who flipped for Samuel. Flipped and flapjacked, golden cakes tossed and turning, landing not fifty-fifty like either/or coins of good or hard luck but all-or-nothing, one hundred or zero (the fingers-crossed, all is forgiven) percent. Marie in the kitchen and Samuel somewhere else, distant not in space but in time.
lolatube77 1 year ago
whoa! that is my uncle at the end!
FlyingTruckFilms 2 years ago