Mirror, mirror on the wall why do you stare and plot her fall? Skin of milk white eyes of blue crystal hair dark as madness.…
Perchance when the story comes it will be too large to tell melting into uncharted oblivion smirking like a wayward imp melancholy writer laboring chasing…
I think I liked Melanie because her hair had a slight bit of curl which I might have envied although this was the era of…
This poem I dedicate to the Best Buy Geek Squad. Computers are such entertaining machines….not! Just this past week misery non-stop That veritable moment trouble…