Monthly Archives: July 2018

My husband and I were in the mall.  He was getting his watch fixed.  I needed to sit down so I went back into the mall.  Suddenly I realized I was talking to myself.  Out loud.  When I went home, I wrote this poem. Little old lady, sitting all alone, Talking to herself, ’cause she doesn’t have a phone. No one to call, there’s nobody home. One by one they left her, and now they’re all gone. Gone are the…..

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