Posted on February 14, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry For David V Dreams you cannot broaden, A bustling day, you sigh, You appear downtrodden, In your white shirt and tie. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 13, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Windmills I hold a low-middle class job, A wage to scarcely pay the bills, I am but one of the grand cob, Call revolt or spin like windmills. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
