Poems from JPGeo
There are inside some men the nerve to hate.
While some are born with nerve to tolerate.
When did we come to have such separate minds?...
Far off sounds
Those distant sounds
You lie awake at night and hear
The train crossing miles and miles away
Its rocking cars and blaring...
Summer days sometimes get me down
Get me thinkin’ back to when
We’d go out to that little dance hall
Steppin’ to the gentle giant on the...
Abbe lived just down a ways,
Seven sisters, each cuter than freckles on a frog.
But Abbe made you look twice,
Hair, long and straight, the...