With eternal love
he vowed to be hers until...
Where to start is not quite clear
so many things locked up in here...
What a peaceful state of mind
So let me rest my weary soul...
I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape...
Pen to paper the words pour out
Sometimes i curse i scream i shout...
Agility days are cold and wet
And rarely ever sunny...
We don't know forsure
So we can only guess...
Sailor & the Old Monk Rum...
Redneck Easter
By Mark Spencer...
-Found this poem, thought it was so funny. Comment...
Of loving beauty you float with grace...
You take him high
You take him low...
Gift: An Edgar Allan Poe Doll
My mean sister has a doll collection...