My blue mastiff is a simple fellow, who would rather a rub behind the ear than a waltz of peaceful singng. Empiric as the brood, he sits, enation str..
Tis devotion.I always thought that 5 line poems were somehow cheating truth. Whether one subjects love, theloss of love, loves absence, the immortalit..
when Chubby Checker twisted, I twisted. when Little Richard played the keyboard with one hand, I wanted a jelly-leg. since in my home pompadours were..