Beautiful city laid before me.
Beautiful girl lying under the tree.
The rustle of leaves engulfs the still,
the flow of French ripples as it will.
Gentle hill enhances the view,
appearing is the contrast of old and new.
Steeples and spires touch the blue,
mountains hem all in with beautiful hue.
Grass so green and plush as all.
Cooling shade which sun does stall.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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