Poetry baby, with this sun shining & snow falling, it could be winter all year long the ice is melting from the gutters
Romy Rhoads Ewing is the Last Good Thing About This Part of Town two worlds right next door to each other almost crashed passing the township marker going north.
Poetry as in tool & i don’t know that growl is the word for what i want. what i want / is a good poem, but it’s eluding me at the moment. what i want to know is / whether della was a lesbian in the books & why they cast ham the way they did
Poetry nostalgia for what never was in the livingroom i thought it was the coolest thing i’d ever seen
