Browsing the archives for the poem tag
This is a poor effort, big boy but it was written under great pressure – especially the last. The rhyme might be wrong, but the exact idea is here, C? Anyway, take it as it is meant. Peace It is midnite – the lights are all turned out. And the world is quiet and still, […]
9:30 pm Fredibus, dear, Can yo bear with me for a very few minutes?? I hope so. If you can’t, well – but why think of that. A few minutes ago, I was out looking at the glorious stars – Memories? Oh, wonderful ones. Orion was beaming down – and all the rest that some […]
Jan 18, 1923 Dearest beloved, There are times when you just can’t get your mind on lessons. I’m like that now. The facts of the case are that I’ve got a bad ankle and it’s hurting so much I can’t hardly think straight. Yesterday, I was hopping around as I always do for you know […]
They call me a fortune teller, And my fortunes are always true If you’ll listen to me a minute, I’ll tell your fortune to you. You must listen to me very closely, And I’ll tell you the things that I know, Things that only a fortune teller Can tell you will come and will go. […]
