Christmas dawns early, for winter, at least.
I wake up, looking forward to my presents...
Life is cheep
So is dirt...
Southern fried glory
Watermelon ready to explode...
No heart, no courage, and no brains
Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your ears...
English.
Such a profound language...
In my past life,
I was said to be a politician...
Here lies the grave of Mary Lee
Died at the age of a hundred and three...
To all the poets on this site..
try and keep up with now...
I slumbered the early morning hours away. just so...
To the mall is where I went,
Just to take a stroll...
Faces,
faces...
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Let me tap that ass...