by Erik Peterson in Literary
Hired roman columns broke the mold for the best yet unseen
They held my four fingers high as I inhaled deep breathes of mold,
Maybe it was mildew
Can't say that I cared much for those buildings built back in the day
The Romans killed people for their
by Erik Peterson in Literary
The best meat drain
(of all but the brain)
When pressed and de-strained
Can be drunk in a cup
With flavored fruit flavor
(for the kids who complain).
But, San Diego is best
For the quaint and repressed
To free from their claim
Baby cows and t
by in Literary
Smile; A face to show happiness or a way to lie to those around you about your true feelings without actually speaking;
Honestly I have found it extremely hard to look on the brighter side but I keep telling myself;
When life beats you down and corruption ruins your day;
Smile.
