As I Climbed My Apartment’s Old Stairs 4 Replies As I climbed my apartment’s old stairs I met a young lady with pears. I said to her, “lucy, Your fruit looks real juicy”. She said, “and what about my pears?” Share this:PrintRedditEmailPocketPinterestTumblrTwitterFacebookLinkedInTelegramWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Many thanks for sharing this poem of mine, Michael. Kevin
Laughed when I read it. Thanks.
I’m pleased it made you laugh, Michael. Many thanks for commenting. Kevin