Wishful Dreaming
MAD JAM JOSH HOOK
1 minute read | Nov 06th, 2014 | PoetrySeldom gloomy, seldom sad. Thoughts to give, she never had. Free with air, her sweeping hair. Dancing Jay, I call her ‘Mad’. Seas of spur, she ever swam. Wham slam! A gale, or a Ma’am? Red ... Read More