There was a young chick from Laconia You’ve never met anyone phonier She was…
Breaking earth like the surf We crash upon the shore In an explosion of erosion…
One moment it’s a mystery And then it flies away The transformation is a tempo Time for anchors…
The bags are packed the minds awhirlThe preparations have been madeDestination plans…
Popping pills and thinkingThis will fix me upThe health is slowly sinkingWas I sold a pup?
Whilst searching the archives of my cupboards I came across a container with old diaries…