a girl he knew |
brooke She was my first kiss under the chill of November on a Sunday hay ride. Her breath smelled of raspberries, and my sheepish grin must have let her know that I was wise beyond my years. It end...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:10:00 GMT |
colorful: an idea without direction |
the carnivalwas a place where mencould stop to beboys again
it was a havenfor eccentricsand those who liked to livecolor
but ibeing a cautious manonly daredenter it when it caught my eyenever learning...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 10:04:00 GMT |
daniels second friendship |
daniel's second friendship
he lit upwhen another manstarted playinga bari saxon his cornerthe notes sodeep and mauveriding streetwalkslike touriststhis man knew the capitaland the cultureon the bour...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:17:00 GMT |
