What most worthy of a poem: Love, family, nature, job, travel, shopping-?
I live the poems I wrote in life… They walk past the Yerba Buena Gardens. The clang clang clang ding dongs of the cable cars blow in the breeze. On spiritual discernment, Bacchus leads her past the doorman, watching Mushroom, hopping around on the pavement. MIDWEEK MIRROR A) THE COMICS SECTION ¾... Sign in to see full entry.