Twinkle, Twinkle
Alone, deep asleep,
Jolted by a vile cough,
Someone’s in the room.
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Debbie Sipowicz
I'm a marketing strategist and ghostwriter who enjoys writing about small, everyday moments. I love turning my memories into stories. There's something about writing them down that helps me see life in new ways. www.DebbieSIpowicz.com
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