Archive for March 3rd, 2006
P is for Poetry
A is for Apple
J is for Jacks
Mom smokes a pack a day that’s why she hacks.
You need a good breakfast, that’s a fact
Fire one up with your Apple Jacks.
Sanity is a cozy lie.
Recent Posts
- July is the Cruelest Month
- Letting Go
- Friendship
- I Wish
- White Picket Fence Thoughts and June Cleaver Dreams
- Letting go of the past
- Adequacy
- Another day in paradise
- Seat Belt Po Po
- Gone Fishin’