frustrated: A Poem birdiefudge Poetry, Uncategorized March 3, 2021February 7, 2021 1 Minute you pick at people like they’re scabs then wonder why their words sting you Photo by Maria Orlova on Pexels.com Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by birdiefudge My name is Birdie, and I eat no for breakfast. View all posts by birdiefudge Published March 3, 2021February 7, 2021
Fudge It! 