Nothing like a double shot of whiskey for this Inktober! I wrote a lil' ditty about being an only child for my daily poem as well. Fun times, fun times! Below is the transcription:
my mother always said
if there were two of me,
it would be hell on Earth;
I believed her for the
most part, if I didn't
ended up talking to myself
out of it, because I had
no one else to talk to.
I'm sure my mom
would appreciate two
of me by now, since
I moved away.
'Two'
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