Crumb Bum

When I was little

My Gram called me a crumb bum

It was a good thing

I loved being a crumb bum. It just meant that was little and eating; I wasn’t worried about anything but what was in front of me.

I think it is possible to still be a crumb bum. I’m working on it.

Author: D. A. M. Steelman

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