Six Word Story No. 90 Posted on July 21, 2016 by Cynthia G. There were fissures in the foundation. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
There were fissures in the foundation… There was dry rot up above The walls were starting to lean The doors would no longer close My desk had lost its legs My chair was much the same But dammit – I’ll run this country For John Kennedy is my name! Reply ↓
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There were fissures in the foundation…
There was dry rot up above
The walls were starting to lean
The doors would no longer close
My desk had lost its legs
My chair was much the same
But dammit – I’ll run this country
For John Kennedy is my name!