Poems from ts735b
ah waz born during the baby boom, that doth now doth rings the demographics with a bulge as if a metaphorical snake swallowed millions of people. now, i meander along the dusty figurative road of life trying to cap cha emotion with my webbed, whirled and wide net.
Hmm, perhaps titled,
aye poem already didst aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar con tent...
solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
(ease of use preference
via Facebook Messenger), candidate
said Modus Operandi aye...
Offspring numero dos tantalize utmost focus sans setting //her sight to envision womanly youthful zeal. // the young lady - Shana Aubrey...
so much of my precious existence
found me rooted with mouth ajar
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect...
since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen,
tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic...