Amish Missed Connections
You were changing a wagon wheel. I was wearing a hat. You smiled.
At the barn raising, you borrowed my hammer and took my heart.
I was the girl reading the Bible at the community center. I cut our conversation short out of shyness. I’d love to discuss the book some more.
Your cow had prolapsed and retained her afterbirth. I expelled the placenta. Let’s schedule a follow-up.
Do you still think of our rumspringa, like I do?
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