Stuck in traffic, she
digs, treasure on her finger...
"HONK!" Laughing, they point.
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Lena Folkert
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
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Comments (8)
Bahahah! 😅😆
"There may have been penetration." - Seinfeld.
Lol 😂 these poems are so funny
Now she would have wished her treasure stayed buried 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Great one!
Kids are great!
Oh No!!! Lmao that would be truly embarrassing
Lol. Oh yuck.