let me talk to you about my rage
about the burning unceasing fire that can't seem...
My
grandson...
Dedicated...
If I had wings, I thought...
Guys!!! Have I ever told you?
I probably haven't, but I love you...
And it goes a little something like this.
Dad I like girls...
Fifty summers spent in shade and sun
boating down rivers from ancient leas...
For a reason I can't explain,
I was always so afraid...
She has a secret smile;
it could be from anything...
How long can I carry on
Going through the motions...
Candle burning in the window at night
draws me into the halo of light...
"Is My Dad?"
My dad is pretty stupid...
It's two individual words
That form a compound...