DON'T LET THEM TAG HER TOE
I told you a long time ago I am not a poet. This is spot of compassion. It is about time for me to begin another group of girls who come from anywhere on their way to somewhere. It is sad in the beginning but it is glorious in the end of their fourteen week stay. Wrest one from the claws of the street get her before dark, for then she climbs into a shadowy hiding places waiting for a hit to get a fix… Where’s God? Everywhere. He is waiting for her heart She is afraid of Him. He sent me, and... Sign in to see full entry.