Philippa's short stories/Poems: ILLUSIONS OF GRANDEUR

Friday, August 28, 2015


Each year my boss plays a game He walks on ropes to get fame. The ropes were so thin he fell on his chin I laughed aloud all the same. Sign in to see full entry.

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