Dogs. Beer. Chocolate. Self medicating with these three and other things. Cats. Birds. Men. Women. Politics. Starting over. Irony. Blasphemy. Sarcasm. Training. And anything else I feel like. Mostly poetry.
Friday, August 30, 2013
August 15, 2013 at 1:46am
daughter of long lean graceful lines and curves surprise the body grows catching up with an old soul shining out of brown eyed beauty wise words spring forth followed closely by childish pouts and giggles who at fourteen earned respect of elders for strength and insight absorbing knowledge from the world without filed for future reference within you should be a druid priestess or a charismatic politician or a Supreme Court Justice and save the world from it's inhabitants.
amazing you were fathered by an illiterate who likes to fart on vinyl booth seats at Denny's for laughs.