Poems from charles.brumwell
So often things dull, shed away and turn grey.
You start thinking about tomorrow as "just another day".
Sleep becomes shorter, dreading to...
Smokin' Bomb Weed With Charlie B.
Gettin' Free, Gettin' Free
Sittin' here tokin' on Blue Cheese
More Please, More Please
Charlie's Verse...
Her presence calming, confidence is rising.Hearing her spoken words, every one deep in meaning.She's gone to depths, I couldn't begin to...