I take this coin so others may see it can be done, one day at a time.
For others
Tag: Poetry
Poetry
Strum of the tongue
These things I feel inside, I just want to unhide, with my words rather than pen.
Smut
Sometimes my mind gets caught in a rut.
A nation chokes
What a joke it is to cloak the vile and shame of a man who cant help but blame every bloke in earshot with vitriol and squalor...
One ‘e’ and uh…
It’s a musical thing...
A Blooming Scribe 