the leaves are falling one by oneand with them leaves the warming sundays grow short with each that passi might give off wearing shorts at lastso to k..
on occasion it amazes methe simple joy in monotonythat lulls away my tendency toward lonesomenessthen suddenly I find I can't continuegoing on this wa..
So often I hear the cry of people:Make it plain to seePlain to read.You hide behind your flowery wordsBut we a sinking in them.Our ears are ringing wi..