Longing at three I don’t expect you In the morning. Ah, at three, when you pick up Your son from the school Across the street My longing heart Prays for a simple glimpse of you. © SB Joy, 2022 Heart longings, divorcees, MM. This happened many years ago, best that nothing became of it? Best …

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Folgers As a child the Folger’s coffee can got more touches then I. So, I learned how to get real small, learned how to cram myself inside that can hoping to feel the warmth of my father’s hands and not their backsides. © SB Joy, 2022 As a child I could smell the Folger’s brewing, …

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