Half
So here's a tiny little poem about how most of us probably felt about having to share treats when we were little.
You can have half-each.
OH.
Inside I would quietly die.
Half was never enough.
For a growing girl like me.
K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots
You can have half-each.
OH.
Inside I would quietly die.
Half was never enough.
For a growing girl like me.
K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots