Thursday Night Football
Poetry from a new kind of Midwest Housewife. "She grimaced as it hung there, while his leg was crushed next, and she closed her eyes..."
Publisher’s Note: I’m so pleased to introduce this week. Jodie publishes , the life and letters of a Midwest Housewife. —Tonya M
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