BackStage Pass... a poem about GOLD and Groupies... and all THAT!!part2of6
what memories could possibly be churning... with such consequence?? A mother once came looking for her teen-age daughter twins; One glance in a bedroom shows the dilemna they are in; Smoke had filled the room, and the lights were turned down dim Sleep had crept in on them as the hour turned late.... Sign in to see full entry.