Camp Johnson Crossing NW
“Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied
I know a little about a lot and a lot about a little
I write for pleasure at my leisure this is my treasure let's read it together
London - England
I won't explain what the poems mean so don't ask! You are the music while the music lasts. - if it's untitled, then it's unfinished. ...
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