June 30, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Scars Scars of laughter mar the walls of my mind I do not care for the insinuator who will give to you The life of the song that fills my heart with line after line Of songbird singing and loveter of the rules of Life. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 