Poems from MarkMcClendon
This is a story of little red
Who always wore a hood
And how she was in the fed
Because she wasn’t always good
Her name was quite notorious...
This is a story of little red
Who always wore a hood
And how she was in the fed
Because she wasn’t always good
Her name was quite notorious...
The Pain of Death
There comes a time in everyone’s life
When their hearts are filled with pain and strife
Where they wish time would go...