It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Do you ever think about me? Does my existence enhance yours in the slightest, or is my presence in your life akin to clear gelatin? And if I suddenly disappeared, I wonder if you'd notice the absence of loose change jingling in your pocket.
Tag: Change
Fruits of Change
Speak truth to power: rebellion sparks changes of socks and underwear.
