Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

Home alone

I have the house to myself. A rare treat. Mr W is golfing in Turkey and Lois is at a Harry Potter themed sleepover. So I find myself able to watch anything I like on the television tonight, with a glass of wine and perhaps, just a little chocolate.

God gave the angels wings, and he gave humans chocolate.

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