"And they all lived happily ever after" for about two minutes. Welcome to my imagination's playhouse. Far horizons beckon, upward limits grow fuzzy.
On this 5th day of April it's a 5 W's poem, which you can find here. And now to the madness:
My Dad, Wayne
Hunts for eggs with my help
In our daughter's yard
On Easter day
Because he can no longer hide (or find) them
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
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