Cherry

Evening in Paris

I used to ask her where she went most every night. “To see a man about a dog,” was always her reply
Cherry

B B

Beth Builder At ten years old I knew her name was alliterative But that’s not why she’d give Me thrills when she passed my classroom windowsill

Mr. McFarlin

Come and meet Mr. McFarlin for the first time....this is in progress at the moment :)

Your Rubbish

Take yourself out
Cherry

Alfie

We always said the booze would kill him...
Cherry

Sourdough for Sara

This poem is about the suffering endured on the Oregon Trail.

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