Haiku Haletant
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
the tin man is cold
we walk this yellow brick road
what do you search for
Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …
walking alone [Brisk Bold Brash – oh my] roasting in a long sleeve flannel [Eggshell Knuckle – oh my] my …
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
An ostrich ate my heart out on a Sunday afternoon. A judge deemed that ostrich a martyr. Opening the iron …
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