Happily married, questionable cook, quick with wit, hard to spit, ok to drive, don't want to die, love to eat, can't really speak, want to draw, cracked my jaw, not really y'all, but seriously, where's the coleslaw?
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IanMCsquared
Jan 17, 2017 02:22AM
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Stories by Ian Andrew McNichols-Coderre
To My Wife
A poem for our one year anniversary.
Death Is Waiting For You
A poem about what awaits us in death.
Cross Roads
The ones we come to know eventually drift away.