”She could have been a poet or she could have been a fool.”
Yes, I’m a crab. As moody as they come. Claws that long to nurture, Yet will snap at some. You might think I have no backbone,
By Melissa Rose3 years ago in Poets
Dear Daughters Two daughters were handed a little black book by their uncle, also known as Reverend Dunkel. They had just buried their mother,