Today I got my fingers burnt ...
At my age you would think I'd learnt
to guard against catastrophe,
No, not someone as daft as me.
I should have seen that it was hot,
Oh what Injuries I have got ...
It pains me and it makes me cry
Why did I touch ... Why oh why?
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Reviews of "Burnt Fingers"
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on July 27, 2002
Boy o boy...done that, too...
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 26, 2002
any chance there is something boiling just beneath the surface of this one? hmmmmm.. great write. katy.
Reviewed by Paul Calvin Wilson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 25, 2002
Regrets, I have a few... Time to put the feet up and chill out. Good poem though.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
josie