There was a woman who had no knees If their was stairs she always asked please Help me up them, I haven’t the gumption To climb the closest clump of trees
I once had a girl who was my sweetie Our fights always ended with a treaty Whenever we would fight, She would hit with all her might I never had a stronger sweetie
Thoughts from the Appalachian Mountains. I like to write creatively; this is my outlet. I might journal sometimes, I might quit this after a week. I don't really know.