[on a scale from wit to whimsy: Mischief]
I’m sure I was up to something. Even if I wasn’t up to something, I’m sure I was. That’s how it’s always gone with me.
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Related, at Tweetspeak Poetry: Apology to My Mother
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About L.L. Barkat
Author of six books including Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing (twice named a Best Book of 2011). Manager of Tweetspeak Poetry, a top poetry site committed to helping people become who they really are, through the power of reading, writing, and just plain living.