Poems from cmar16

'French,' she told us, 'Is the language of love' She sounded like she knew what she was talking about She was a professor after all So I...
 I can feel the wind through the windows and my veins and my head is pounding at the thought of you so when she offers me a cigar I say...
My sister chronicled her life in pictures Of sports teams, school dances, and friends Plastered across her walls. My brother chronicled...