its so easy to love you back poetry because you worry when i take too long on the william (i have too many friends named john) and pass out after indian food such love cannot be mistaken for anything shy of eternal Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
wow this is certainly a disturbing image. which brings me to my next point: i believe the next book we publish should be of our poems dealing with poo/pooing.
wow this is certainly a disturbing image.
which brings me to my next point: i believe the next book we publish should be of our poems dealing with poo/pooing.
hmm….
the sieve and the sand
book 2: Fecal does matter