this is a poem dedicated to my...delightfully horable ex-boyfriend...please excuse the spelling (i really need to go back to 1st and 2nd grade to lear..
I teach four year old Sunday school at my church, and i love to teach kids...our Sunday school program is now over (it lets out for summer) but I can'..
Lights start to blare like mad men as the night comes to life in the big city and true beauty is revealed deep within every bar, store and club. Down ..