Poems from spaladino
Summer is a drag
At least for dreaded summer babies like me
Crunchy leaves
Exotic new tea's
Fall is the season for me
Sweater weather and...
Everyday I sit here
Watching the hands on the clocks slowly creep their way around the circle
It means nothing
Time, time means nothing...
Usually (8) hours of sleep should be enough-
But for a wandering soul
That’s merely enough to get her through her morning shower-
For a...