Poems from Archelon
"red imp you stink"always tossing ink Goodfellow's worth no troubleer he goes errs left rubbleshine a shoe change a facehe moves at a...
Brown withered leaves fall,young roses fold, cold snows fade,but we still remain.
Shapeless as the shadowthey creep,they lurch,they change,from the bright dayjoyous and gay,or the dim twilight,melancholy and grievous,to...
I drudge myself to a rangewhere boys were buzzingby the riflesFantasizing themselves as Cowboysriding the long ride togetherI tried my hand...