Poems from bigpeople80099

  Your name was actually Teddy Graham There were only four of us on that bus to school And we were girls Teddy Boy, we were girls and I...
Morning sounded prettier to a young girl than the afternoon. Piegon toed and bugged eyed walking to the bustop at an early time she did...
Mary Beth sits on the roof waiting to catch the moon Swearing at the amber evening sun because it burns her eyes While tapping her padded...