intoxicating poem Sage
I have 2 weathered horse ropes
the leader one I hung with the skull
on my winged arbor & the other one
I slung over the little old wood chair
I grew those goose neck gourds for the wrens
it's infront of the bushel basket.
Oh I caught that alright xo
Thistle Seed filled pantyhose
& the pagan wind chime
(made of deer bones)
Vickie xo
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
Keep writing,
Chip Bergeron
left on your review yesterday???????
Love,
Deborah
Mason jars of whiskey keep my tongue working. But sometimes my wrists hurt from the rope burn.
Peace,
Dayvid
Cheers,
Dan
Ron
I have 2 weathered horse ropes
the leader one I hung with the skull
on my winged arbor & the other one
I slung over the little old wood chair
I grew those goose neck gourds for the wrens
it's infront of the bushel basket.
Oh I caught that alright xo
Thistle Seed filled pantyhose
& the pagan wind chime
(made of deer bones)
Vickie xo