Let me tell you a story 'bout a man named Clare
A retired school teacher who is losing his hair.
One day he was shooting a bunch of crap
When he turned around and bought this cap.
Fur, that is, coyote fur.
Worn on his head.
Keeps him warm, he said.
A new year for the Headwaters Writers' Guild, our 13th year. And we're going to become a little more active here. Members of our group will be submitting and/or posting essays about writing, excerpts from stories they've written, poetry, or writings from prompts at group.
Now I'll share a picture of the wishful thinker who is running this page:
Mary Patricia Bird
Dreamer
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