September 3, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment The Lost Profits The lost time, the lost profit The lost mime, the lost dime The end of the line Where the sign shows Everything goes and so It does. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 