I had a bad dream.
My god, oh where are my pants?
First day of school. Yay.
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At the End of All Things
PoesiaMoons and suns rise and dip Below the horizon Yet still life flows onward In all of its glory Icy winter crowned in Mistletoe and holly and frost, Bound in crystalline perfection, Tender spring, sweetly singing Seductive in its melodies, Beckoning w...
The Night Before the First Day of School: A Haiku
I had a bad dream.
My god, oh where are my pants?
First day of school. Yay.
