No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...

Scampering on down the hall
like a dog whose found her bone...

A collaboration between
Linda R. OConnell...

Dusty and dark
on the back of the shelf...

Pawns without a square to rest
nor does the King or Queen...

I wrote this poem three years ago for Gary a...
Early that morning...

I actually was able to stop another person that...
So before you go...

There was a time
I heard just your call...

Hurt has two paths to follow,
In or Out of you...

Our Stout Portly Lil Mother is played by Roseanne...
In walks a stoutly woman...

Taught and drawn
across a drum...

Drinking my own poison,
just so you can die...