September 4, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment In the Mood You cross your legs as I come through the door And it fools all for it is about To be then and there the one who isn’t Even in the mood who gets A poem out. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 