A Poem about Ending Hunger and Creating Happiness
In the wee morning hours, I saw a peculiar site,
A sour frowning girl coming out of the night.
She pulled her belongings on a blue vinyl sled
while a vinegar scowl covered her face and her head.
In the wee morning hours, I saw a peculiar site,
A sour frowning girl coming out of the night.
She pulled her belongings on a blue vinyl sled
while a vinegar scowl covered her face and her head.
Posted by Tammy on April 27, 2013
https://agrigirl.com/2013/04/27/the-vinegar-girl/