Tags - poems
Sundays too my father got up earlyAnd put his clothes on in the blueback cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.I'd wa
I went to the club late on Christmas Eve, There was a party like you wouldn't believe; The beer was flowin', the place was loud, A man could get lost just workin' the crowd;
I was on my






