Shots fired, from the grassy knoll,
To blast a hole, In the President...
Ok, i wrote this on ANZAC day, a pretty pathetic...
His hopeful eyes were alight...
I wish you joy and i wish you love,
I wish you gold and a pure white dove...
When u asked me to marry u
on Christmas day...
You were there since birth holding on strong
But now it seems to be that you're gone...
September 11th one hellish day
that will forever be burned into my mind...
I pack my bags,
Scurry down the stairs...
Blue ribbons,
Red ribbons...
It is a saying that is true,
old men start wars, young men fight em, that is...
She has been published,
i am so happy...
(THIS POEM AIN'T ALL DAT GOOD.)
Today is Veterans Day...
The joys of sleepless
nights, unending diaper...