Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward.
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
Name *
Email *
Website
Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
Comment *
Δ
Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has…
Whatever you be, be a good one.
Winter draws what summer paints.