Robin

Robin is peeking over my shoulder when I type. Sometimes I ask him if what I wrote will not get me into the trouble with the authorities. "You are a poet!" Oh, Robin, I am such a fake and not a poet. I do not know how to spell and my poetry even doesn't rhyme. Not today, Robin. I am writing in Czech and chuckle silently to myself. I think it's funny. I will translate another day. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 7/7/2010