Remember we met
At that bar on 4th street? It was rainy that day And your shoes were torn. You asked for new socks And I invited you over. You stared at my room and asked 'Where's the window?' My face fell, embarrassed. I was living my dream I was living my Big Apple Dream Without a window. And you were living your dream You were living your Big Apple dream With your wet socks.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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