He clinks the glass,
lifts the rim to his lips.
The sun threads the window,
illuminating the whiskey…
He clinks the glass,
lifts the rim to his lips.
The sun threads the window,
illuminating the whiskey…
Why don’t we take pride,
when people ask questions,
particularly when they’re small…
does anyone have any good fall tips?
not for the season silly goose
i tend to tumble down all over the place…
When we talk about history,
we always are fascinated,
when ages seem to so cleanly shift…