Grace, all you have is your school history
That's a life, of course, but the details are lost
In the spaces between the paragraphs about
Nothing
You moved a love
We'll leave it at that
You loved a move,
Like we all do
Grace, Grace, Grace
I would have
Sunday, October 02, 2016
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Dean
Dean He was called Mean Dean By the school children Mean Dean was the name He Accepted He excelled at the Hot hair cut For any boys who Mis...
-
The trio vs. the pirate-ladyman Recently lis opined that no native Utard remembers Lighthouse 20, the kid show that was broadcast on UHF cha...
-
A flute Some woodwinds An announcer A fifteen year old Pianist What is
-
Cooking a Poem Is it cooking or baking? Baking, of course relies On mixing ingredients One By One (by two by thr...
No comments:
Post a Comment