my life for apostrophe D (Remove filter)
jaimeson's rogues (bad: 08/20/2016)
check in, check out
day-to-day to bear much clout
this whiskey wagon won't let me out
shield-grown moss; deep rooted fever
cure-all cabins mulched far to near
pennliess from toe to head
burned out one soul per daily bread
I hope to buy myself home soon
sold seashell's worth sand on every dune
doomed beaches' surgeons' catacombs
slate-shim rattles into iron bones
still'd by wary st...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 3:30 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Secret Ballot
30 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Dogsbody
35 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Papal Masquerade
43 minutes ago
Stephen Gospage on Do you know where?
1 hour ago
Russell Jacklin on Do you know where?
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on grow
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Just Smile!
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on White Cabbage
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Tube Shelter
2 hours ago