Some people are afraid of ghosts,
And spirits, ghouls and orbs...
I'm sorry, Julia
The path is...
There was a silly something
that I wanted to tell you...
I do wacky thing for fun.
yesterday i threw a mud pie at my mom...
At the end of my watch while in my bunk I lay,
I close my eyes and think of you and quietly I...
Mouth from the South
The was should be were...
--NOTE TO READERS--
**no father was hurt in the making of this poem...
With that girl
The way you mad her smile...
I Thought He Was Sweet.
But He Turned Out To Be Mean...
As the days go by
summer starts and i start to die...
You can listen to the song here:
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=6690655...
Near the grove, beyond the willow tree,
Sits a sad young buzzy bee...