With that girl
The way you mad her smile...
--NOTE TO READERS--
**no father was hurt in the making of this poem...
Mouth from the South
The was should be were...
At the end of my watch while in my bunk I lay,
I close my eyes and think of you and quietly I...
I do wacky thing for fun.
yesterday i threw a mud pie at my mom...
There was a silly something
that I wanted to tell you...
I'm sorry, Julia
The path is...
Some people are afraid of ghosts,
And spirits, ghouls and orbs...
Look at me,
New York City...
I like pie
and it tastes like dead pig...
Don't throw up,
All over your dress...
1. We admitted that we were powerless over...
2. Came to believe that only by lightening up...