Poems from joestronge

Poetics is the impossible
Socrates oh her Bitch so vain rather die Than be wrong
The year's pecan harvest Not a hat's worth full Gentleman farmer CEO Up high in city boardroom Divulged
I can lean back On my molosser And giggle It means the world To him
Three tourists playing Swept over Mount Vernon Falls 360 feet below She eats Wipes her mouth