Today I have breathed in the last of my pie,
The last of my mop water, and my fresh peaches.
Today was my last day,
And I'm so glad to be home.
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PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
128 Last Day (June 7th, 2019)
Today I have breathed in the last of my pie,
The last of my mop water, and my fresh peaches.
Today was my last day,
And I'm so glad to be home.
