In my garden there's something that grows A vibrant green with a bud that shows My garden is...
Oh, pen. There you lie, Cold and pale, With your jaunty cap askew. NO more ink...
how to i do this pleasuring
thyself helping others
on this narrow nightshade Creeps comes...
We all play on the quiet course
Because golf is something we all greatly endorse
As we walk...
I write and I rhyme trying to make sense with fewer words.
Attempting stories never written never...
