Dreams of Children
Walking up the hill to the poetry class,
talking to myself as if a mad man, of how
tonight I will encourage the students… 189 more words
Gosh golly me (posh English accent) I’m feeling militant today.
(Suddenly though I have forgotten how to sing, maybe because everyone else is screaming to much on our net and the only thing we have left is steel and ‘service’ industry. 6 more words