Poems from maximus3712
Where she's from is the dry deserts of Texas,
where greenery are for them fancy, nice folk down the ways,
where you were plopped in the mud...
I am from shadows of memories
that stick like flies in webs.
I’m from two strong parents,
Both strong in different ways.
Mom with her...
When I here Swiss Army Knife, the word strikes a cord with me
bringing to mind a device for wilderness survival, a catch 22,
a real man's...