Poems from Plantard DaCull
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
But why can't we speak and why are....
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
But why can't we speak and why are....
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
But why can't we speak and why are....
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
But why can't we speak and why are....
In court for reasons obscure, the Lord to know your thoughts speak to the person you where coughing whilst crawling
The sirens screem to us...