Took a walk yesterday and
I found a wallet on the street.
Turns out it was mine.
I was disappointed, because
in my head that money
was all ready spent
chapter 13
“… the old gypsy’s curse
that I would grow up to
become
Paul Whiteman
had come to fruition!”
t r e f o l o g y 
Thank you for stopping by my blog and liking my work, it’s much appreciated. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Apparently the gypsy is still WHISPERING in your ear! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person