One thought on “he’s a tumbleweed, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt”

1. Hi Jamie,

   My first response:

   Reminds

   herself to use her legs when pulling out weeds so she don’t get pain in her back

   aggravated by weight of cat litter bags she puts in her tartan shopping trolley

   when she meets her friend Flora in town to share a tuna salad homemade by Sully the African refugee in the local cafe.

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