Moxie the Snowman An adventurous old soul Who was Frosty’s More handsome More intelligent Older cousin Knew how to
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Ah, Joan, my dearest Joan, how fair you are With your cornflower eyes and rose bud lips, Your golden wheat hair veiled in posies and lace.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
I dreamed I was a star. I dreamed all night of you. You are the one I love. The one I want. So, I became a spark.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
