Sage Rouge
Joined March 2021
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--A Haiku--
No, TSA guy
My sax is not a weapon
...Until I play it.
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“What the hell?” Nora squinted, gripping both sides of the open, olive colored JanSport. Her brow furrowed in disbelief. She was staring at something that her brain – the same brain that had gotten her into Princeton’s school of journalism – simply couldn’t comprehend.
By Sage Rouge3 years ago in Journal