last night I thoughtwhat have I wroughtfelt writing was a waste'cause no one has my tasteis there anybody readingor my mind be deceivingthough it help..
To clamour about national morals in the time and place we live reeks of scandal. Or have you not heard that our United States (We the people) are the..
the children all are playing in the dark with their latest phonesbut you just sit there patiently waiting for me to come homeand the expected stories ..
Another day or another timebeneath the rhythm and the rhymecadence won't stand the test of minedespite the rules, emotion reignseach passion of letter..